Leftwing Idiot’s parents live very near the hospital where I go to see my consultant and we popped in to see them before my appointment there this afternoon.

Leftwing Idiot’s dad showed me some messages that Leftwing Idiot had made with a label maker when he was a child. Many years later they’re still stuck to the side of a bookshelf in their living room. He showed them to me because he thought they sounded like tics. Here they are:

Creeping Up a Landrover
Zedzig for Cows
Scissors for Bobtails

They’re lovely and the muddle of words and ideas is definitely tic-like.