Yesterday, as Will and I travelled back from the writing group at The Royal Court Theatre I started having a ‘ticcing fit’. We were in a cab and Will quickly moved closer, holding me so I was safe and comfortable.

My head was angled so I could see out of the window.…

Most of what I write about in this blog relates directly to my experience of life with Tourettes. Today though, I want to talk about something of a more spooky nature altogether. It’s about some mysterious goings on in my bathroom, and I’m hoping it won’t become a recurring theme in the blog!…

I’m just waking up. A moment ago I opened my blind and the early morning sun flooded into my room.

The roses in the garden have just come into bloom and when they caught my eye my tics came flooding out:

“Good morning rose heads.”…

At last my geranium has a new home – not a completely different address, just a new pot to live in.

My geranium, Little G, is an offshoot of the much-maligned geranium that arrived in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen four years ago.…

Last night Will found me having a ‘ticcing fit’ in the most ridiculous position yet. On discovering me he said, ‘I can’t wait to hear how you ended up like this.’

He had to wait a while for an answer because the fit turned out to be a long and painful one.…

I’ve mentioned that my tics love penguins in previous posts. They’re one of a random assortment of things that always make me over excited. Another is when people roll their R’s. Both inexplicably make my tics go bananas.

Just before heading to bed last night I ticced: “What noise do penguins make?”…

The large window in front of me is awash with pale orange light. In the distance there’s the silhouette of a large tree, its dense tangle of black lines extending to the edges of the delicately coloured sky. The light of the day has almost gone.…

Will and I are in Cumbria for a few days, visiting his mum, Barbara, and generally having a break. We came up by train yesterday and instantly settled into the more gentle pace of life here.

Barbara’s house is lovely. The light travels right through from the front to the back, it’s super-accessible, and I felt very at home straightaway.…

Usually I leave my all terrain wheelchair at work and get in and out of it at the start and end of each day. This evening though Zoë and I carefully packed it into the cab and brought it home. This is because tomorrow I’m heading to Cumbria with Will to spend the weekend with his mum.…

Last week I wrote about my annoying new “What about cats?” tic, but there’s some contention amongst my friends about how new it really is, with some claiming it’s been around for months.

I do have one tic that’s definitely new on the scene though, and I find it a lot less irritating:

“I’m a solid”

As well as enjoying it and the ideas it conjures up, I’m also enjoying the range of responses from my friends.…