Last night Leftwing Idiot and I were hanging out at the castle after work. I thought I heard him say something and because I didn’t catch it properly, I asked him to repeat it.

He looked bemused and said, ‘I didn’t say anything’.…

This morning I got an unexpected package through the post. It was small and well wrapped in cardboard and tape. In fact it was so well packaged I had to use a biro to break in. The longer it took, the more curious I became.…

We had a leisurely start to the morning, the sun was out again and none of us felt in any hurry to leave the field that’d been our home for the past few days. Slowly but surely we did eventually begin to pack up and say our goodbyes.…

When I last wrote I was just about to lock up the castle and head off to spend a weekend camping in a field at the first Tourettes Family Friendship Festival. I was bursting with excitement and I haven’t been disappointed.…

I’m beside myself with excitement and it’s got nothing to do with Piggy!

This weekend I’m swapping my London castle for a tent in the grounds of another castle – in Northumberland. Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, Claire and I are about to head off to meet Ruth and then together we’ll set out on our adventure.…

I love writing this blog but writing a post every day is a big commitment. Thankfully I’m not the only Tourettes superhero and today a friend of mine has stepped in to help. Let me introduce you to Dylan, AKA Goalie Boy.…

Today a builder from my Local Authority’s Housing Adaptations Team came and fitted a new back door at the castle. It goes from the street into my garden and is operated by a code entry lock. It might not sound that glamorous, but it’s going to offer me increased independence and safety and I’m very excited about it.…

I was hanging out with Fat Sister at the castle this Sunday. She was mostly doing exam revision and as a result I heard more online neurology podcasts than I’d have liked.

While she was studying I enjoyed pottering around the castle.…

For months I’ve been puzzling over my personal budget. This is the money I get each month from Social Services to pay for the support I need to meet my basic care needs. The amount’s based on an assessment and has to be spent as agreed in my support plan.…

I’ve just re-visited a post I wrote last September, shortly after receiving the first copies of my book – Welcome to Biscuit Land. Leftwing Idiot had suggested I should write a message to myself in the front of my own copy and that it should be something I could go back to ‘on days when things feel tough.’…