“Now is the winter of our discontent…” becomes:

“This is the winter of your donkey doing headstands.”
“This is the winter of your backpack loving mum.”
“This is the winter of your baby eating sheep.”

Since I mentioned my new ‘keys’ tic the other day it’s got worse and I’m now saying it all the time. It’s not even making me laugh any more. In fact it’s very irritating.

It became even more annoying earlier when I lost my actual keys.…

I was working today, running the Saturday session at the adventure playground. At the end of the afternoon the children come together for a snack and a drink. They are used to my ‘biscuit’ tic but it confused and amused many of them this afternoon when I announced that they needed to come and sit down for biscuits.…

I have a new regular tic, which I find inexplicably hilarious. I laugh every time it comes out but I haven’t got a clue why I find it so funny. I suspect it’s not a word that would make many people laugh:

“Keys.”

“Biscuit, biscuit, biscuit bear,
Biscuit, biscuit.
Biscuit, biscuit, biscuit, bear,
Biscuit, biscuit bear.”

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that Ollie and Harry are staying at the lair until they’re able to move into their new flat. My tics have inexplicably turned on Ollie and he’s getting similar treatment as Left Wing Idiot’s geranium:

“Ollie go home.”…

Leftwing Idiot’s away in Wales. I popped over to his flat earlier to pick something up and while I was there I noticed that the geranium – which had received a barrage of my tics last week – was looking a bit sorry for itself.…

I came across this video of Devin, a young man with Tourettes, performing a poem about his tics.

No need to watch a long documentary: I think he makes you understand and feel what he’s saying in just three minutes. In his words:

“I’ve got a glass shard syndrome with those lightning spit symptoms, here’s a glass ceiling anthem and a tic ridden tantrum.”…

Fat Sister and King Russell are having a joint hen and stag do which has become known as the ‘hag do’. Twenty-five of us are going to Cornwall tomorrow for four days to stay in Tipis at a beautiful campsite.

Many of those who are coming from outside London are staying at the lair tonight, so I’m staying in Leftwing Idiot’s spare room.…

Leftwing Idiot’s had his bathroom re-done, and as a result it’s emptier and more echoey than it was before.

Every time I use it now I tic:

“Help, I’m stuck down a well.”

I’m Stuck Down A Well!