I’ve just walked home from Leftwing Idiot’s house. It’s just a short walk but still long enough for a group of young men on the other side of the road to shout out, “You’ve got Tourettes!” as they passed.

Did they suppose I hadn’t already noticed that myself?

I’ve just been reading over some of my earlier blog entries and what struck me was how powerful it felt to be able to share my thoughts without random interruptions from my tics. Although the tics are often funny it was refreshing to see my own words in solid sentences without the constant presence of squirrels or babies.…

My “I’m a baby” tic entered a new phase earlier with the introduction of a goat voice. A number of farmyard noises have featured over the last few days and as my dinosaur squeals are not yet extinct, being on a bus with me probably sounds like taking a trip on Noah’s ark.

I was lucky to be able to enjoy a funny conversation with a child at my work this afternoon.

We were sitting in the garden by the pond shaded by a green canopy with patches of sun making their way through the leaves.…

I’ve talked a bit in previous entries about what my tics feel like. The sensation that comes with them is strong but I find it hard to describe. They often make my body contort dramatically. It feels a bit like suddenly being wrenched from the inside.…

I was sitting outside a café, having breakfast with Leftwing Idiot. While we were talking he asked, “What would make your life better?” Before I could give a serious answer I ticced, “Not being a squirrel”. He found this hilarious, asked the question again and got the following answers:

“A baby.”…

Leftwing Idiot emailed me a link earlier for a winter hat. Hats have become a crucial part of my tic protection plan. The one he’d found was particularly stylish, well padded and perfect for a superhero’s autumn wardrobe.

This afternoon the cab company who take me to and from work called to say they were going to suspend my account from Friday. This is because of the complex way Access to Work pay for my travel, and the bad experiences the cab company have had with other people using this scheme.…

Just before I left work I bent down to pick something up from the floor. I ticced so vigorously I straightened up and threw my head back sharply. I hit the shelf with my head and it came off its brackets, sending everything on it raining down around me.…

Poppy and I were sitting outside a pub this afternoon. There was a group of drunk people at the next table who immediately started taking the piss out of me, copying my tics, laughing and shouting swear words.

I ignored them for a while but we were finding it hard to talk to each other.…