Ruth’s taken over as my regular Sunday night support worker so she was with me at the castle last night. It’s lovely hanging out with her, and our tics are enjoying a strange camaraderie too.

Her tics tend to add to mine to create new meanings. For example:

TH: Fuck
Ruth: In hell

= Fuckin’ hell

TH: Hey
Ruth: Ho

= Hey ho

I say “Fuck” and “Hey” fairly regularly so these shared tics are happening a lot. I like their rhythm and I’m curious to know whether any more will emerge. I’ll keep you posted.