‘If a bin had kidnapped the bear you loved and to save it you had not to drink alcohol, would you drink alcohol-free red wine?’

I’m not sure exactly how, but this is what I managed to ask Poppy tonight over dinner.…

This evening Leftwing Idiot was asking me if I knew someone called Nick who might or might not have been a friend of a friend. When he failed to remember Nick’s last name with any certainty, Tourettes stepped in and sang one possible but unlikely alternative:

“Casablanca Sheep Dog Fairytale.”…

Despite the stillness of the snow outside, this morning didn’t get off to a calm start at all. I annoyed Leftwing Idiot by bombarding him with questions as soon as he’d woken up and walked into the living room. Because I knew I’d irritated him I got upset and my tics overreacted.…

Snow’s falling heavily in London tonight. It started a few hours ago and there’s already a thick covering on the ground. I find snow unbelievably exciting even though it makes getting about much more of a challenge than usual.

It’s late but Poppy and I have just been out to enjoy the magical calm that falling snow brings, to throw snowballs at the lamp-post, and to make a snowsheep.…

My least biscuity day in over a year is drawing to a close. After being a very regular part of my life for almost eighteen months my ‘biscuit’ tic suddenly seems to have stopped.

But I’ve had false alarms before about the end of the ‘biscuit’ era so it may still make a come-back.…

I went swimming with Claire and Poppy this evening at the local hydrotherapy pool as I do most weeks. During our swim, and somewhat predictably, I had a ticcing fit. But despite the fit I felt incredibly peaceful, floating on my back in the warm water and staring up at the bright moon through the glass ceiling.…

When I lost my wooden model meerkat a couple of years ago I was sad, but it was probably a good thing as I’d started using it as a weapon to poke myself in the head with.

Last night another of my collection of wooden animals became a weapon.…

Last summer my tics suddenly took against Leftwing Idiot’s geranium for no apparent reason.

This season they have a different target and my night time routine goes something like this:

Brush my teeth, take my melatonin, get into bed, start verbally abusing the lamp-post:

“Lamp-post, stop glowing ostentatiously.”…

Yesterday I talked about my epic cry. This evening I laughed as I ticced about yesterday’s troubles, not mine though. Leftwing Idiot and Poppy were having a dance in the kitchen and I spontaneously accompanied them with a Tourettes version of a well-known song:

“Yesterday, all the shits in Bournemouth said hello to you.”…

For the second Sunday in a row I’ve ended up in floods of tears. I upset Leftwing Idiot at the end of last week and we didn’t sort things out until this evening. While we were talking things over I started to cry and once I’d started I found I couldn’t stop.…