This is the second guest blog post to mark National Carers Week. This entry is written by my friend and support worker Fran.

I first met Touretteshero years ago through Leftwing Idiot, before she’d uncovered the secret powers of Tourettes.…

This is the first of seven guest posts to mark National Carers Week. This entry is written by Leftwing Idiot.

I first met Touretteshero in 2000, long before her tics were obvious to anyone but herself and her family. Since then we’ve worked together on various projects supporting disabled children’s right to play and celebrating their creativity.…

Most people will know that today is Father’s day. What you may not know is that tomorrow is another day of celebration – it’s the start of National Carers Week. The week celebrates the work that the 6.4 million unpaid carers in the UK do.…

Two weeks ago Laura told me a secret.

This is usually a horrible mistake because my tics make it very hard for me to keep things quiet. Laura’s secret was a happy one and much to our surprise I’ve been able to keep it under wraps.…

I got home late from a meeting this evening. Normally I eat with Poppy and Leftwing Idiot or with my night-time support worker. But because I was back late, everyone had already eaten. Poppy offered to make me some dinner but I was keen to try and do it myself.…

Bunny, Poppy and I went to join Fat Sister, King Russell and some other friends at a local pub this evening. They’d been there for a while by the time we arrived and Fat Sister was already tipsy.

When Poppy asked me what I’d like to drink, I paused for a second to think about it.…

At work this afternoon I covered for my colleague Kyle during his lunch break. This involved hanging out with a twelve-year-old boy with autism.

Although he’s non-verbal (he doesn’t use words to communicate), he’s very expressive and good at letting people know what he wants.…

Earlier on I had a trivial disagreement with Leftwing Idiot on the phone. The issue itself was minor.

I was frustrated by it, but not upset or angry. Nevertheless, at the end of the conversation I told him I was going to kill myself and that I’d be “Dead in the morning.”…

At 5:15am this morning my alarm went off and I wrenched myself awake. I felt a surge of excitement as I got myself together for the day. Bunny and Fran had both slept at the castle in preparation for our early start.…

I’ve spent the morning calling party shops to find out if they have a plastic pumpkin, a Christmas tree and a life size toy lamb…. Let me explain why.

As I’ve mentioned before, extracts from this blog are being turned into a book called ‘Welcome to Biscuit Land’, which will be out in October.…