This evening I ticced a tricky question, “If you had four words for the rest of your life, what would they be?” and I went on to answer my own question with a series of unusual choices:

“Teapot, Sex, Apricot, Lego.”…

Leftwing Idiot was wearing his Adidas sweater this evening when we were having dinner with Poppy. I’ve written before about my obsession with touching the trefoil logo with three fingers, something that’s commonly known at the castle as giving it a boofing.…

I’ve talked a number of times before about the strong sensations I sometimes get from my tics. In the last couple of weeks these have been giving me bouts of intense discomfort. When they happen I move constantly with no control over what I’m doing.…

Dear Prime Minster,

I’m sure you have been told about the petitions and the protests. I’m sure you will have been driven past the billboards begging you to think again. You must know the criticisms of your health bill and I’m certain you’ll have learnt your responses by heart.…

This afternoon I got a glimpse of what life would be like in a boy band.

It happened on my way to lunch with Bunny when I dropped to the ground with a ‘ticcing fit’ in a back road near my office.…

Dear Spine,

I really thought you’d matured and moved on from all this wriggling. That sort of carry on is so 2010 and I’m not impressed. I courteously request you stop sending painful pulsating sensations through my body.

I’m looking forward to your cooperation in this matter.…

I’ve had a lovely day. After a drizzly start it turned into a bright Saturday and the playground I help run was awash with early spring sunshine – and with children.

I was at work today, but I wasn’t working. My support arrangements had come unstuck at short notice, which meant there wasn’t anyone around to be with me at home, so I went in with Leftwing Idiot.…

A few weeks ago I ordered a Radar key. This is a universal key that opens over 9000 of the UK’s public accessible toilets. Radar locks help ensure these toilets are kept in good condition by only letting in those who genuinely need to use them and stopping non-disabled people using them for a sneaky, private poo.…

Last year as my mobility deteriorated I described watching a lovely day drift past and how sad I felt at not being able to go out and enjoy it. It was particularly upsetting because I knew it was a situation that was likely to repeat itself again and again if I stayed living where I was.…

A few days ago I wrote about how my support arrangements had to change at short notice because so many of my friends and support workers were ill. Today there’s been another last minute change, but this time it’s because I’m not well myself.…