This morning I finished sorting through my stuff and packing it up in preparation for leaving the lair in a week or so. While I was doing this I came across a drawing I’d done when I was about eight. It’s of a made-up character who I’d called ‘Telly Biscuit.’…

I’ve just recorded a new voicemail greeting for my phone. I made several attempts at getting it tic-free but in the end I settled for a message that consisted of twelve words and eight ‘biscuits’.

That’s a ratio of 1.5:1.0

I went shopping earlier to get a dress for Fat Sister’s wedding. While I was browsing I heard someone calling my name. It was my friend Hannah – she greeted me enthusiastically and said, “I heard the ‘biscuits’ and knew it was you.”

I went out to Surefire at Corsica Studios tonight with Leftwing Idiot, Poppy and some other friends. After a great night of heavy bass we got the number 12 bus home. Anyone who uses this bus regularly will know that whether it’s 4pm or 4am, it has a distinctly edgy vibe.…

A man rushed up and stopped me on the street this morning. He was smiling and said, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’ve always wondered….”

I thought ‘here we go, another well-meaning question about Tourettes.’

But he went on, “Is your leg broken?…

While I was at work on Friday afternoon I took my gloves off to wash up. When I turned round one of them had vanished.

This morning I was on the gate, greeting children as they came in for the second week of Easter playscheme.…

When I popped out to get some milk earlier there was a police van on the street outside the lair. As I walked past, swearing and shouting “Biscuit”, an officer who was searching someone turned and looked me up and down.…

It’s half term, and this afternoon at work I was sitting with a group of children making clay sculptures to go in the garden. We were talking about my tics because one of the children was new and hadn’t met me before.…

I was feeling a bit miserable on my way home this evening. Not for long though, because just outside the lair a handsome stranger beamed at me warmly and said, “I saw you in Catford the other day.”

This was about the extent of our exchange but his friendliness lifted my spirits.…

When I started writing this blog a year ago, I resolved to be honest but not to slip into self-pity. Tonight in this entry I’m going to tread that fine line – I’ve been feeling overwhelmingly upset today.

It was a conversation with an old woman on a bus that started it off.…