My mate Ollie’s just cooked a massive meal. For dessert we had ice-lollies. More of mine ended up on my forehead than in my mouth because I kept bashing my head with it. Fat Sister took it away and gave me some tissues.…

The radio was on in the cab as I was going to work this morning. It’s GCSE results day and young people were being interviewed about how well they’d done. Several hours later I ticced my own results:

“I have a GCSE in lungs.”…

Fat Sister and I had dinner with our mum this evening. I knew none of my more offensive tics would be a problem because she’s heard them all before, but her seventeen-year-old dog died last week and I wasn’t sure she’d be emotionally ready for my new “Mummy killed the dog” tic.…

Leftwing Idiot and I have taken to calling my camping cup my ‘special needs beaker.’ This evening, as we were going into his living room to watch a film, I asked him to carry my drink through because I was hitting my head with my fist.…

I was at Cartridge World where the man who served me asked a lot of questions about Tourettes after I’d told him that’s what I have. He said, “When you first came in I thought you were deaf and dumb and trying to attract someone’s attention.”…

In addition to my “I’m a baby” tic, I also now regularly say, “I’m a parent of a parent of…

… a partridge.”
… a papaya.”
… a piss.”
… a tortoise.”
… a baby.”

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.…