This morning I had a ‘ticcing fit’ in the bath. I managed to drag a towel over myself and press the buzzer for help. Bunny rushed in to help me, and when I recovered my speech I told her about my fear of having a ‘fit’ naked. I explained that when I’m getting dressed or having a wash, I’m always very aware of needing to be quick so I don’t have to call for help when I’m in the nude.
Last month I described how my ticcing fits meant I’d never spent a night alone in the castle. While talking to Bunny I realised they’ve also meant I’ve never slept here in my birthday suit.