Shopkeeper: “Are you disturbed?”

TH: “No, I have Tourettes Syndrome. I’m not disturbed.”

Shopkeeper: “What about your hair?”

While I was out this evening a young man started to mimic the noises I was making. Bizarrely, he was so good at it that to begin with I was unsure whether it was me or not.

Once I’d worked it out I explained to the man that I had Tourettes.…

I was looking at Twitter this evening and came across this tweet from three days ago:

“Managed not to laugh at the Tourettes woman on the tube who mentioned: squirrel, batman, squirrel humper, piss and Basic Instinct.”

There’s little doubt that the woman in question was me.…

I felt much better this morning, and this afternoon I went swimming with Harry. Harry’s a friend of ours who lives nearby with her boyfriend Ollie.

“Ollie has hair.”

It’s been baking hot in London so we went straight to Hampstead Swimming Ponds, complete with ducks, geese and moorhens.…

It’s been a pretty random day.

I overslept.

“I have a face made of Plasticine and poo.”

Not quite, but my face is very bruised from where I’ve been banging it.

Nobody’s won the election.

I went to work.

I split a bag of concrete over my head.…

I was on the bus earlier and an older woman got on. She was beautiful: glamorously dressed, really tall and sporting an amazing grey Afro. As she walked past me to reach a free seat I squawked. The woman turned, looked at me and smiled warmly.…

I was walking home quite late the other night and there were two men fighting on the street. As I approached, squeaking, they both stopped and looked at me, and one of them asked very directly “What’s that about then?” I said “Tourettes Syndrome.”…

I was on a bus at lunchtime. There were a couple of men near me and we’d all been there for some time. I’d already said, “Sweat like a leopard on speed.” I’d noticed the two men laugh at this and a few other things.…

The sun was shining and so were the young people of South London.

There’s no one group of people who appear to be more or less understanding of Tourettes than anyone else, but today the youth seemed to be particularly supportive.…

This morning I overheard a conversation between Fat Sister and a friend of ours who’d stayed the night on the sofa in the living room. He’d heard me screeching and called out to my sister in the kitchen:

Sofa Mate: Are you OK?…