Ruth’s taken over as my regular Sunday night support worker so she was with me at the castle last night. It’s lovely hanging out with her, and our tics are enjoying a strange camaraderie too.
Her tics tend to add to mine to create new meanings. For example:
Ruth: In hell
= Fuckin’ hell
= Hey ho
I say “Fuck” and “Hey” fairly regularly so these shared tics are happening a lot. I like their rhythm and I’m curious to know whether any more will emerge. I’ll keep you posted.