As I explained yesterday my body’s struggling with the change in time zone, with exhaustion, and with being somewhat run down. This means I’m having more frequent and intense ‘ticcing fits’ than usual.

I had a fit this afternoon that lasted over 40 minutes. Afterwards Leftwing Idiot, who’d been supporting me, revealed that he’d needed a wee from before it had started. My tics instantly burst into song.

It was a whimsical ballad with the lyric “Thank you for not pissing on my disabled body.” But it was surprisingly catchy and soon Chopin and Innes were joining in too, and it quickly got new lines:

“Thank you for not pissing on my disabled body.
Thank you for not pissing on the new carpet.
Thank you for not pissing on the towelling robe.
Thank you for not pissing on my clean socks.
Thank you for not pissing on the hot toaster.
Thank you for pissing in the porcelain receptacle.”

Leftwing Idiot was eventually able to get to the toilet. But the singing went on for several hours afterwards.