My flatmate Poppy is just coming to the end of her degree in costume design.

She’s in the final few weeks of her course and has been busy making some amazing outfits. As a result the castle has been awash with dressmaking pins.…

I have a lovely new carer, Florence, who’s been helping me at home for the last couple of weeks. She’s calm, kind and most importantly for a carer, she actually cares.

Florence has helped me out a few times when I’ve been having a ‘ticcing fit’ but hadn’t encountered what my friends call the lying zone before today.…

I felt better this morning in most ways, both less ill and less sad than I did last night. I chatted in more detail with Leftwing Idiot about planning for when I’m ill in the future, had a bath and watched some TV.…

It’s very rare that I write a whole post on my phone, in bed. This is only the second time I’ve done it at 1:00am.

As I mentioned yesterday I’ve been ill and so has Leftwing Idiot, who provides a lot of my care.…

Yesterday you got my perspective on our weekend in Scotland. Here’s my co-adventurer, Ruth’s, take on it:

The weekend that almost never happened, happened – I’m so glad Touretteshero called me and gave me a gentle yet firm nudge in the right direction when I was thinking about not going.…

I’ve been looking forward to writing this entry and filling you in on my trip to Scotland to visit friends, many of whom also have Tourettes. It’s been one of the most amazing weekends I’ve had in ages.

Warm Welcome
Ruth, Claire and I arrived late on Friday night to be met at the airport by our friend Pauline.…

It’s very late, and I’ve just got back to the castle after my weekend away in Scotland with Ruth and Claire. I’m exhausted so I’ll keep this entry simple.

Ruth and I ticced a lot of strange and potentially inflammatory things in the airport and on the plane, but everyone was fantastic – security staff, crew, and other passengers.…

“My mum’s on a roller-coaster in Scotland, trapped by a bear.”

“My dad’s not here, he’s walking around naked in Scotland.”

Neither of my parents are actually in Scotland, but I am. I’m visiting my extended Tourettes family up here.

Despite all the talk of bombs at the airport, we made it past security and onto the plane without a hitch.…

My brain may be in Scotland but the rest of me hasn’t got there yet. But it will soon.

In a few hours Ruth, Claire and I will leave work, converge on Victoria Station, get on a train to Gatwick Airport and get test the accessibility of a well-known low budget airline.…

This morning I had a ‘ticcing fit’ while I was having a shower. I managed to turn the water off but I was stuck in the bath for a while before I could get the bath lift to make me level with the edge.…