Fat Sister’s back at the lair as she’s got a couple of days off after working night shifts. She’d bought me a present that I opened excitedly. She’d got me a hat – not just any old hat but a furry one with lopsided animal ears.

I have a range of padded hats that protect me from tic-related injuries. At the moment they’re particularly important because one of my tics makes me suddenly arch backwards or forwards so that I hit my head on anything within range.

This hat’s perfectly padded in all the right places and according to Fat Sister it’s very on trend as well. I love it even though it’s a bit silly. The combination of the hat, plus my squeaking and strange hand movements makes me look wild. Fat Sister spent a while thinking about what animal I looked like and finally settled on a chinchilla.