Fat Sister and I had a heated argument about washing up and tidiness this evening, just short of a proper row, and to make matters worse it started moments before our parents were due to turn up for a meal. King Russell intervened by holding my hands to stop me scratching my face so I made my point to Fat Sister.

He needed to do this because, as I’ve mentioned before, my tics are overreacting when I feel any strong emotion. But thanks to King Russell’s intervention, we were able to resolve our differences in time for our meal.