I called my local adult social care team earlier to check they’d received the form I’d sent in describing the difficulties I’m experiencing at the moment. The friendly woman I spoke to confirmed that they’d got it, but said they’d be passing it on to the learning disability team:

TH: Why?…

I went for an appointment at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery today, with Leftwing Idiot. When we arrived we sat in the main waiting area and after a few minutes a member of staff came and said to him, “Shall we put it in the corridor, so she’s nearer her doctor?”…

After yesterday’s Change the Record festival, I stayed overnight in Bristol along with Leftwing Idiot, Poppy and our friend Ben. We headed back to London at lunchtime, the train was busy, and had an edgy vibe.

Leftwing Idiot went to see if it was possible to arrange for assistance from station staff when we arrived at Paddington.…

Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, our friend Micky, and I met up with a big group of friends at Paddington station and set off for Change the Record, an inclusive festival organised by Access Events. Back in September I wrote about the amazing day they organised in Birmingham.…

The Mr Otter saga continues. This evening I announced:

“I fucked a biscuit, Mr Otter died of jealousy.”

It’d been one of those standout days when I’m unusually calm and my tics are much less intense. But it didn’t last. In the afternoon my tics suddenly and dramatically intensified, and like the other day, I was stuck on the floor, unable to get up.…

I’ve got a new regular tic and it’s a nice one – “Happies!”

Poppy: Jammie Dodger.

Leftwing Idiot: Chocolate digestive.

Nez: Dog biscuit.

TH: I don’t know what sort of biscuit I’d be.

Leftwing Idiot: You’d be a Rich Tea decorated by an unsupervised three-year-old with coloured icing.

This afternoon Poppy and I went swimming at our local pool. I haven’t been for ages and it was a bit of an experiment, inspired by my brief swim in Cornwall a few months ago.

The lifeguard was amazingly helpful. Poppy asked her for a hand while I got ready and both of them helped me get safely to the edge of the pool.…

Poppy and Leftwing Idiot came by earlier to pick up something from the lair:

Poppy: What are you going to do this afternoon?

TH: Some drawing, read the paper, have sex with an otter.

Leftwing Idiot: OK, when’s that happening?

TH: I’m going to wake him up.…