The van I slept in has no windows so when I woke up in this morning I had no idea what sort of day it was. I sent Leftwing Idiot a text to say I was awake and he came to help me get up.…

This afternoon Poppy and I jumped on a train to Somerset, to join Leftwing Idiot for a few days. He’s making a film with our friend Nez, describing their journey along the St. Michael Ley in a pedal powered, three-wheeled car.…

Bunny can touch-type. But my tics don’t seem to believe this. When I was watching as she tapped away at speed on the computer, my tics kept shouting, “Bunny’s not really typing”.

Leftwing Idiot has gone away again, this time to make a film with some friends. He’ll be away for about three weeks. Poppy isn’t going so it’ll be just the two of us staying at his flat.

Before he went off this afternoon he asked me to be sure to talk to Poppy about who to call in an emergency or if she needs a hand.…

Poppy brought a new plant home this evening. Unlike the Geranium which, for its own safety, is still at Leftwing Idiot’s parents’ house, Tourettes seems to have taken an instant shine to the basil plant.

“I tenderly fucked a basil plant.”…

It’s Leftwing Idiot’s birthday and he’s already had three birthday meals – breakfast and tea, then dinner this evening with Poppy. While they were out I was in his flat on my own, working on the computer and enjoying a relaxing evening.…

When I got up to get some water in the early hours this morning I was ticcing a lot and I dropped down in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen. My body was moving and twisting all over the place and I couldn’t get back up.…

Today was Stockwell Festival, an annual community event held near where I work. This year the focus was on peace, cohesion and inclusion. Access Events helped make the day truly inclusive by working in partnership with both the projects where I work and with the main Festival, to provide accessible spaces and activities for everyone.…

Poppy and Leftwing Idiot got back from their holiday in New York this morning. On the plane home they’d been wondering about how many times I might have said “Biscuit” while they were away.

Little did they know that in their absence “Biscuit” had been replaced by “Bin.”…

Waiting for a train with Fran and Bunny the other day I was shouting, ‘Bomb!’ amongst many other things, and a policeman, who’d been standing nearby with some colleagues, came over to us.

Policeman: Do you think that’s a sensible word to be shouting?…