By the power of gypsie horse

You’re Biscuit Till I Die

A couple of months ago Leftwing Idiot went away for a few days and I wrote about the challenge that posed for me because he provides me with a lot of support.

In a few weeks he’s going away again and tonight, when I looked at the dates, it dawned on me that this time it’s going to be for six weeks.…

Aim Your Dog at the Moon

My Internet isn’t working again. I called my service provider and was put through to a call centre in India. The conversation was a challenge, both for me and for the man I was talking to. I told him I’d got Tourettes and tried to explain what that meant but he didn’t seem to understand.…

It was just me at the lair this afternoon. I was doing some washing up and generally pottering about, when I suddenly and loudly ticced:

“It is the hippies of outrageous fortune that weigh heavy on the minds of dogs.”

Mashed-up Shakespeare out of the blue on a Sunday afternoon is one of the joys of Tourettes.

This evening, while Fat Sister and King Russell were round, Tourettes announced a pub quiz and I ticced a string of ludicrous questions. I know my friend Emma would’ve enjoyed this because she loves trivia and answering back to tics. The questions included:

“Hands up if you know how to clap and shit your pants at the same time.”…

This new tic is causing some alarm. Though I don’t need any, I keep shouting, “Help” in a high-pitched voice. Fortunately my friends and family are fairly good at telling the difference between the tic and a real emergency.

Help!

But it does make Leftwing Idiot a bit nervous when we’re out and about, especially when he’s holding on to me, helping me walk.…

This afternoon I went back to see the orthotist who’s been providing me with supports to help stabilise my leg tics and improve my mobility. He fitted me with a new pair of ankle supports, which are more effective and more comfortable than my previous pair.…

When I was sorting through stuff in the lair yesterday, I found a letter from my school to my parents written when I was 10. It followed an accident in which I’d injured my wrist throwing myself to the floor during musical bumps.…