Yesterday morning I woke up after a much-needed sleep. It was 10am and I was really impressed that I’d slept so late, something I never normally do. The sun was pouring through a crack in my blind and my tics began happily chatting to the light, complimenting it on its good work:

“Light, you’re more dazzling than a thousand rainbows in sequin pyjamas.”
“Morning sunshine, are you warming the earth or the heart of a withered politician?”
“Light, have you saved us from winter?”

It was with that last tic that I realised I hadn’t actually managed an unprecedentedly long sleep – but that the clocks had gone forward by an hour because of Daylight Saving Time.

My tics weren’t disappointed though, and excitedly continued to welcome the springtime light into my room.