I was on my own at the castle for a few hours this evening with Leftwing Idiot on call if I needed him – which I did.

I was sitting in the living room when I started to have a ‘ticcing fit’.…

Last night Fat Sister, King Russell and I headed out to a Mexican restaurant for a friend’s birthday. Though I was joining them at the last minute, Fat Sister assured me she’d checked out the wheelchair access for the place and that it was all on one level.…

Leftwing Idiot’s been laughing on and off all afternoon. But it’s not my tics that are making him chuckle – it’s a collection of smart metal signs unearthed by some of the children.

They found them in an old box of Christmas decorations they’d got out to use for making cards with.…

As soon as Leftwing Idiot arrived at the castle this morning so we could travel into work together, my tics announced, “Poppy woke me up at 6am to talk about penguins.”

This of course wasn’t strictly true. What actually happened was that I had a ‘ticcing fit’ and Poppy, who was providing my overnight support, came to help me.…

Leftwing Idiot helped me down the stairs from his flat yesterday morning. To do this, my right arm goes under his and round his middle and he puts his left arm round my middle.

As we came down the stairs I was holding onto the banister with my left hand, while my right hand, round Leftwing Idiot, went on ticcing.…

I stayed at Leftwing Idiot’s again last night. His spare room where I sleep is just next to the kitchen, and the kitchen’s the domain of the geranium!

For almost three years my tics have been obsessed with this plant and until recently they were regularly bombarding it with insults.…

Yesterday morning I was determined to get the post up about George Osborne parking his Chelsea tractor in a disabled parking bay before I went to work. My morning routine’s already pretty rushed so this meant even more pressure than usual.…

It’s April Fools’ Day, a day recognised all over the world as the time for jolly pranks and elaborate hoaxes. Today we’ll read absurd stories about spaghetti growing on trees, interruptions to gravity or Viagra for hamsters, and people will play tricks on each other.…

Happy Easter!

Because of the long weekend, lots of my regular support workers are away or had other plans. Leftwing Idiot’s stood in and is providing me with even more support than usual. We’ve had a nice weekend so far, hanging out either at the castle or at his flat.…

Well, it’s been over a week and my potentially problematic ‘Alan fucks buses’ tic is showing no sign of letting up. In fact, it’s expanding. I now have a long list of other accusations of what else Alan’s slept with that would almost certainly result in a long prison sentence (and or a trip to hospital) if any of them turned out to be true.…