As I was drifting off to sleep last night, my tics were having their regular chat with the lamp-post outside my window. But unusually, rather than telling it off, they were asking it for wisdom. This got me thinking about the lamp-post as a lifestyle guru.…

I woke up this morning, opened my blind and wished the lamp-post a Happy New Year!

Chatting to the lamp-post has been a part of my daily routine ever since I moved into the castle, almost ten years ago. I have no idea why my tics settled on the lamp-post as the recipient of so much attention but our surreal conversations have given me a lot of joy.…

Yesterday I shared a festive drawing that I’d just completed on my iPad. As well as creating that drawing, I’ve also been using my iPad to make some Biscuit-Land-themed fonts.

One of my new fonts has a theme very close to my heart: lamp-posts.…

This morning I woke up in a leisurely way, opened my blind and let the light from the grey day fill my room. I felt much more cheerful than I had when I went to sleep last night, and I greeted the lamppost enthusiastically.…

I studied drawing at art college and really got into mapping the world around me in various ways. I was particularly interested in how objects, people and spaces connect.

I’ve been in a lot of pain today so I’ve stayed in bed and taken it very easy.…

Yesterday I stayed in bed all day. After a week of preparation and two days of Brewing In The Basement at the Barbican Centre, my body demanded a break, and for once I listened. I didn’t have a load of choice in the matter because it’d pretty much stopped working anyway.…

My Gran loved all sorts of sayings, like, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water”, “Let the dog see the rabbit” or “A watched pot never boils.”

But she particularly loved sky-based sayings: “There’s enough blue sky to make a pair of sailor’s trousers” or “Red sky at night, shepherds’ delight, red sky in the morning, shepherds’ warning” (which I still consider a reliable weather forecast).…

It’s 6am, early morning light is creeping in under my pale blue blind, and through the gap I get a glimpse of the garden outside.

I know the lamp-post’s out there too, but it went off about an hour ago and I can’t get a clear view of it when it’s not showing its illuminated orange head.…

As a child my Gran taught me a number of prayers. I became obsessed with them and had to repeat them all perfectly every night in order to feel safe.

As I hit my teens I was able to reason myself out of this, but the prayers are clearly still entrenched in my memory because today, totally out of the blue, I recited the Lord’s Prayer.…