It’s a blisteringly hot day in London, with highs of 29C. At lunchtime Leftwing Idiot, Innes and I went to get some food from a nearby café. We sat outside and soaked up the sunshine.

But that’s not the only thing I soaked up.…

I mentioned last month that we’d been at Battersea Arts Centre for a week working on the very early stages of a new project. During our time there I spent a couple of days working with a voice coach. He gave me a load of exercises that I’ve incorporated into my nightly routine, just after brushing my teeth but before shouting at the lamp-post.…

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.…

One of the hazards of involuntary movements is getting your hands covered in ink. I was using a marker pen yesterday, and ended up with a big, bright, slash of pink across my arm.

I thought nothing of it – this is a regular occurrence for me.…

I woke up naturally this morning, with no alarm bursting into my dreams and jump-starting my day.

I opened the blind so I could see what the weather had in store. The sky was dull grey with a tiny flash of blue on the horizon.…

I wrote last month about the sickly state of my geranium. I’d almost given up hope that it would survive from the blight that killed its neighbour, the pepper plant.

But almost a month on, there’s reason for optimism. The cutting I took is growing – slowly, but definitely growing.…

A panel of seven judges from the highest court in the land is currently considering an issue that matters to me deeply. The judges of the Supreme Court are hearing Doug Paulley’s long-running case against his local bus company. This centres on whether or not bus companies are legally obliged to make sure that wheelchair-users can use the spaces reserved for them.…

I’m lying in bed looking out in the direction of the lamp-post I can see from my window. But tonight my tics’ attention stopped short of “the wonky-orange-bobble-head” and focused instead on my windowsill:

“Walrus, your bottom is smoother than a melting soap.”…

We’re back at Battersea Arts Centre for another week, but not with Backstage In Biscuit Land. This time we’re here to work on the very early stages of a new project.

We’re in a room that I’ve not been in before.…

Something shocking has occurred.

My geranium is very ill – it may even be dying.

This has happened completely unexpectedly. A week ago both the geranium and the pepper plant that sits next to it were thriving.

Then they suddenly started to wilt.…