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24Feb/130

The Visitors

It’s Sunday morning and all is well.  During the last week we’ve had visitors, lots of them and it’s been great. At long last, it feels as if things have changed a bit, a cautious change, but at least we’re going through a period where we can relax somewhat, more than we have for a long time. No doubt it’s to do with our trips to Temple Street and the confidence we’ve gotten from the support of Dr Shahwan and his staff.

The actual trips in themselves too have built up our fragile confidence, something neither Lisa nor I mentioned, till my beautiful wife brought it up in conversation last night. Because we had to do the nearly four hour trip, we didn’t discuss our fears of something happening on the way up or down. In fact the four trips went really smoothly. After the first journey up to Dublin, which being in early January was in the dark, Freddie said to me: “Dad, I like driving in the dark.” He didn’t know that I was petrified doing the same drive in case he was scared of the dark outside and that something might happen when we were on the motorway. It’s great that Freddie isn’t aware of his parent’s mad fears. The two trips to Conor and Cathy’s were a milestone too; going to someone else’s house and relaxing isn’t something the Verling family do too often. In fact we were so relaxed that the three women were able to go off shopping...

My sister Ella and her husband Dan came to visit on Sunday. All went well, Freddie hasn’t seen much of them due to circumstances, but he was delighted. Soon he had Ella sitting down on the couch and watching a National Geographic Shark special. It’s one he’d seen before so he was able to tell Ella in great detail what was happening and what was coming up. Not exactly what she was expecting on a Sunday afternoon lunch trip. Unfortunately Fred had a temper tantrum just as they left, these tantrums are getting less and less, but it meant he was in his room and couldn’t say goodbye. Thankfully the tantrums are declining but are very upsetting when they happen. Fred was very repentant afterwards which is a good thing.  I’d take a tantrum over a seizure any day.

On Monday I spent the day in Dingle. After dropping Ruby at school I had a few jobs to do, banking etc, all the nice ones. It was great to walk around town and see people I hadn’t seen for a while and for once have positive news on Freddie. My main reason for staying on was to meet Mark Swain for lunch. An old friend, over from England for the Dingle Walking Festival, we hung out like teenagers for the afternoon. After lunch and too much coffee we wandered around town and found another place for more coffee. The chance to spend time with a friend, laughing, storytelling and just shooting the breeze was too good to miss. Again, it was a refreshing change from our lives of the last few years, and a great way to pass four or five hours. Mark, as always, filled me with positive thoughts but where he gets that unbridled energy from we’ll never know. Must be something to do with that portrait in the attic...

About 5.30pm I went off to collect Ruby from basketball. It has been a while since I collected her in the evening but she got in, said “Hi Dad,” put one her iPod, and home we went. Just like old times...

Tuesday morning and Fred slept solidly till about 9.30am. He hardly moved all night, head still on the same spot on the pillow as when he went to sleep. To me this is a sign that something is on its way. To Lisa I’m being over sensitive. She’s right too, as many times he does this without anything happening. It’s just one of those things that if it’s happened before it means that it will happen again. In reality seizures just happen, there aren’t any clues, except when Freddie gets ‘the confusion’.  With Lisa dismissing my fears we went about our day. At about 5pm Fred asked to go outside to get “some fresh air.” Out he went and I stared to make the dinner. I looked out and he was sitting down, digging in the dirt, over by where Muttley the dog, pees. So opened the door to tell him move and has he turned to me, he slipped into a seizure. A long one, but mild in its expression. In a flash I was with him, holding his head, calling for Lisa and reassuring him that all was ok. Thankfully he hadn’t been standing as he could have cracked his head off anything, if it is there to hit your head off, Freddie will find it. Lisa was with me in no time and the two of us struggled to carry him in to the couch.

There he slept for the next couple of hours, when a small frontal lobe of about 5 seconds broke through. It gave me fright; we’d all been so quiet doing our own thing. About a minute later a big, angry seizure broke through, only a minute or so in length but horrible in its intensity. Under the new regime we don’t give the diazepam, Dr Shawan believes it only adds slowness to Freddie’s brain and we should use it only in emergencies. We agree with him, of course, but yet it’s hard sitting through a night watching Fred, in case another one breaks through. After the seizure we gave Freddie his evening meds and about an hour later he woke, looking for dinner. Freddie really is a remarkable little fellow, the epilepsy keeps kicking at him but he gets up each time and walks away, shrugs it off and keeps going. About eleven o’clock or so, the two of us went off to bed, the evening was catching up with him and he needed to rest properly. We sat in bed reading ‘The Gruffalo’ and his other favourite books before he nodded off to sleep. Unfortunately he had two more frontal lobe, five second seizures, about an hour into his sleep but that was it. After I while I put down my book and turned off the light.

About five thirty he had another two little frontal lobes but it didn’t disturb him. He slept on, but about 6.50am, a big seizure broke through again. The usual, minute long, full action seizure and it never gets easy to watch, no matter how many he has. I settled him, he cuddled up to me afterwards and continued his sleep. Lisa came in with his meds and I had to get up and take Ruby to school. Life carries on in our house, it has to, epilepsy ain’t winning...

For the next hour he had a few more small five second frontal lobe seizures but nothing major broke through. By the time I got back from Dingle, about 9.30 am, he was sitting up downstairs, eating breakfast, as if nothing happened. A truly remarkable little man. During the day I asked him what had happened the evening before, had he not felt the confusion, the seizure coming on when he was inside? In fact he had, but Fred thought by going outside the fresh air might clear his head. If only it was that simple, but great of him to think that he could get rid of the confusion in his head that way...

“I’m sorry I fainted Dad,” he said, his eyes full of sorrow, his hands in the air in an act of hopelessness, his head hung low.

All I could do was hug him tightly and say it’s not his fault.

Feckin’ epilepsy.

The rest of the week went cleanly.

Yesterday was a big day. Auntie Claire, Auntie Rudi and cousin Boonie were coming to visit. Freddie was beside himself with excitement, so much so that of course I feared the worst. My fears were groundless, thankfully, as I really wanted our man to enjoy having his Aunts around to stay. Also it was great for Lisa to have her two sisters to come over and for everything to go smoothly. Rudi was over from the States, she just flew in yesterday morning and this was to be the only chance to get the three sisters together...

All day Freddie was looking out the window wondering where they were, why hadn’t they arrived? I had told him that Rudi was flying in to Cork in the morning and maybe they’d be down by lunchtime. As the day wore on and they hadn’t arrived I had to explain the concept of shopping and Aunty Claire...

“But why Dad?” he asked....if only I knew my son...

There wasn’t a happier man than me in the company of the three beautiful, wonderful Shanahan sisters. Freddie was in his element, as was Ruby. Such chatting, laughter and fun, the house was alive. It really was a great evening. Fred had drawn pictures for the visitors, as presents to welcome them to our new home. These were presented when they arrived. He sat down in the middle of them, doing his jokes, more drawings and the obligatory Austin Power’s impressions. From somewhere he’s inherited the ability to entertain a roomful of women, a powerful skill to have. To add to the excitement, Lisa’s cousin Jill came over later in the evening. Auntie Jill, as Fred calls her, is like a fourth sister, so the excitement went through the roof. Plus he kept the epilepsy at bay.

Phew.

We ate, drank and laughed the night away. Freddie managed to stay up till about 10.30pm, when the two of us slipped away to bed. Our job was done; we left the six females alone, for more laughing and chatter. The two of us were much happier up in bed reading ‘Tyrannosaurus Drip.’

Freddie was asleep in a flash.

Now he’s downstairs awaiting another visit from a female. This one is Elaine, his new home tutor. The Dept. Of Education, in their generosity, has given us four hours a week of a paid tutor. Elaine is keen to get started and she’s coming over today for lesson one.

Fred won’t be happy with homework on a family day.

It certainly won’t match the fun of having his Auntie’s round, but then nothing would.

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17Feb/130

Nurse Favourite

After last weeks post I had a visit from Dr Shahwan. He has this ability appear from nowhere, to teleport in from upstairs, just to add to his range of skills.  In his hand he had a few sheets of paper, his report on the telemetry from the previous visit. It wasn’t for our reading, not yet, but Amre went through it in detail. Not long after he’d begun, Lisa came back from her trip round Dublin, a break away before being locked up for the rest of the week.

The readings were in line with what he’d expected…a lot of the seizure action, about 75%, was coming from the left frontal lobe, the other 25% was from the right hand side but it looked like that too originated from the left before showing on the right. So far, so good. Because of the slowness of the left frontal lobe, the flow of electricity through the brain isn’t as smooth as it should be.  As a result, Fred has an ‘angry brain’ and one that isn’t functioning as fully as it should. This explains Fred’s temper tantrums, to an extent, but also his frustrations with education, how he can read something in the morning and not recognise a word in the afternoon. It was such a precise interim report, which gives us good hope for surgery still, but as always, Amre tempered our expectations. There is still a lot of road to go down and the PET scan he’d ordered for Friday was the next step. The radiologist, who was to do the PET, had been given full instructions from Dr Shahwan on what he was looking for and where he saw the problems. All this was great reassurance for Lisa and me.

The other big part of the week ahead were sessions with the Neuropsychologist and the speech therapist. The purpose of these is to set a baseline of Freddie’s abilities, to see what we’re working with and to compare with, after the possible surgery. It also helps us to decide where he is in his development, what level of help he needs and also what support he’ll need when he goes back to school. This is a great service for us to get,Temple Street is the only hospital with an in-house paediatric Neuropsychologist and she works closely with Dr Shahwan. It makes perfect sense to have all these people working in close proximity with each other, to know each other’s style and to know the high expectations of their colleagues. Its one matter to do a report and then send it to Dublin to someone you may never have met, quite another matter to compile one for top dog in the next office.

Dr Shahwan plans to make one report. This will be from his one on the telemetry, together with the Neuropsychologist and the finished one from the PET scan. The initial PET scan report is to be done by the radiologist. When Amre gets this he will not read it, but read the scans first, then do his report, only then will he read her input. Finally, he will put a final, definitive report together, bringing everything into one and only then will he deliver this to us. Such work but such wonderful work too, all done on our little boy with the idea of finding some solution to all he’s going through.

When Dr Shahwan left, Lisa and I really had nothing to say on what he’d said. What could we? He’d completely updated on all that was going on and what was going to happen, he’d left nothing to chance. There are no unknown unknowns with Amre.

We do know we’re in good hands.

Monday evening I was staying in the hospital. They have parent rooms, converted nun’s cells, which are comfortable and clean. The section is run by a lady who rivals Amre for efficiency and Genghis Khan for ruthlessness. Unless you have a parent room in your name, you’re not allowed near the onsite kitchen. More than once she put the run on Lisa, leaving Lisa with no access to tea making facilities. If Lisa gets a tea from the restaurant down in the basement, she’s not allowed drink it on the ward and the warden has her banned from the kitchen. The warden caught her at this once too and put the run on her again, no emotion wasted there.  The tea from the restaurant would have to be drunk  on the stairs or outside on the street with the smokers.

InTemple Street, efficiency runs from the top down and no breaches are tolerated at any level.

If this efficiency fixes our Fred, I won’t complain.

On Tuesday morning, Amre and I were due on the Pat Kenny show together, talking on epilepsy and services. Amre was the expert and I was the family perspective. Because some fellow in Rome had resigned the day before, our slot was delayed and kept being put back as the morning went on.  The two of us were on the couch in the studio, waiting to go on and we had a great time. Its not often you get a chance to get to know the person who’s working on your son. We spoke on anything and everything, laughing and joking and the two hours waiting went in no time. Once our time to go on arrived we were both very relaxed and almost indifferent to the fact we were going live to the nation. When I walked into the studio Pat Kenny put out his hand and asked...“How’s Freddie?” Totally took me by surprise, it was as any of my close friends would say it.

The piece went well and I hope we left the nation a bit better informed on epilepsy.

Back in Temple Street Lisa was very emotional. A morning of speech therapy and Neuropsychology had left her drained. We’re under very little illusion on what epilepsy has done to Freddie but having it all laid out for you is very upsetting. This was something Lisa was going to go through all on her own, as I had to go back down to look after darling Ruby. It’s not always as bad as it seems but yet seeing him struggle with very simple tasks is horrible to witness. Now, if all the questions were about Godzilla or Jurassic Park it might be a different matter.

On Wednesday morning Freddie had a session at the hospital school. The teacher sent Lisa off to get a cup of tea, for once she could go off in peace. While relaxing in the café her phone went, Fred had had a seizure. The one time she was away from him, typical. Typical the little man that as soon as he tries something on his own, the epilepsy wags its little finger. That is one wagging finger I wouldn’t mind breaking. At least it all happened in a place where he could be cared for and people who knew what to do were on hand. They got him back to the ward where he slept it off. Amre doesn’t want us to use the Diazepam anymore, only in emergency and the hospital was a perfect place to go cold turkey. He feels that constant use of the drug only slows Freddie’s brain further and is to be avoided. The experiment went ok, he had a couple more seizures but yet a big cluster didn’t develop, which is a relief, but it takes a lot for us to watch Freddie go through a few seizures each episode.

We’ll see.

On Thursday, Ruby and I left home early and were at Temple Street by one. The idea was to give the two ladies a shopping day in Dublin, well for Lisa to get out and Ruby to go to Forever 21. The two men were left behind. Freddie had taken a shine to one of the nurses, a pretty one too. All afternoon he was calling her over to show her his DVDs and trying to get her to sit with him. She was laughing and loving his efforts. About 4pm, they came to put the line in for his scan the next day. Amre wanted him fully sedated and so he was to get a general anaesthetic. Fred didn’t want the needle stuck into him. Nurse Favourite did her best to try calming him down. Eventually Amre, two nurses and the one doing the job, managed to hold him and get the line in. After the team had gone off, Freddie looked very sad to Nurse Favourite. She came over to see if he was ok. He looked at her with his big brown eyes and held out the bandaged hand. She cracked. “What would make you happy,” she asked. Freddie moved over slightly, patted the bed and she sat down to watch Sponge Bob.

Mission accomplished.

About seven o’clock Lisa and Ruby returned. Lisa had gotten her hair done and Ruby had a few bags. All in all, it was a great afternoon and soon after, Ruby and I left for Inchicore. At home with Conor and Cathy we had great fun, Cathy fussing over us, making us dinner, whilst Conor poured the beers. Such a great escape for us on these trips, having a welcoming home at hand. The two ladies went off to bed after a while, Conor and I stayed up to polish off the beers, it must have been 11 O’clock before we threw in the towel, leaving the two empties in the recycling.

Friday morning I was up at 6.30 and out the door by 6.50. The morning chorus was beginning as I walked to the car, reminding me spring is here. The trip across Dublin was lovely. Despite the Satnav telling me differently, I took Cathy’s directions and went down by the canal. Before I knew it, I was in Blackrock and the sun was just rising over Dublin Bay, a lovely sight. At the clinic, I’d arrived earlier than the special taxi coming over from Temple Street so I took my time taking in the surrounds. Such a difference.Temple Street an inner city hospital in a rough area, Blackrock Clinic, the best private money can buy in a very salubrious district.Temple Street is full of people, full of hustle and bustle. Blackrock is very sedate in contrast and you could be anywhere except in a hospital. Give me the character of Temple Street any day, with maybe a few less people. Certainly the food is much better at Temple Street and the parking cheaper. One thing I noticed too was that all the senior staff we dealt were on secondment from the public service. Blackrock didn’t have the qualified staff to deal with Freddie. Even though the radiologist was a Blackrock employee, she was instructed by our Dr Shahwan.

The morning went quickly. They gave Freddie a shot and he was asleep in seconds. Before we knew it, the scan was over and he was in recovery. He woke of his own accord and they sent us home about eleven o’clock. We headed back to Temple Street, packed up and headed off to Inchicore, to collect our darling girl. Cathy was busy cooking breakfast when we arrived and it was gone two before we headed home to Kerry. Reluctantly we left too; Freddie had to be dragged out the door as he was convinced Conor was on his way home.

Now it’s Sunday evening and we’re back to normal. Ruby is back to school tomorrow and it’s almost as if the week gone by never happened.

However, it did and so much now depends on last week’s activity.

So, so much.

 

 

 

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11Feb/130

A Day in the Temple

Its Monday morning and we’re sitting inTemple Streetand beginning a week of tests. Yet more tests for our Fred. Already this morning he’s had a visit to the school, they have a full Dept of Education one on site, and he’s had a visit to the speech therapist. Other tests during the week will centre on his psychological wellbeing, and to find a baseline of his abilities.

 

Since I began writing this morning, we’ve had a visit from Dr Shahwan. He went through, in great detail, the outcome from the telemetry testing done on our last visit. The outlook is good but there is much testing yet to be done. In essence, he wants to confirm his diagnosis that the problems stem from the left frontal lobe and with a strong confirmation, bring that case to a surgical consult meeting. If he can do that and convince the team that surgery is a viable option, then it will happen. Obviously, that is a bit off yet but it keeps the hope up that there may be a solution for our little man. To this end he’s ordered a PET scan for Friday. The point of this is to confirm his belief that there is a metabolic disorder on Fred’s left frontal lobe. There was an inconclusive PET scan done inCorklast September but Dr Shahwan believes that with a scan dedicated to the left frontal lobe we’ll get a more conclusive diagnosis.

 

The week just gone was a return to normality for us. After seventeen clear days, clear of jerks, seizures big and small, epilepsy returned with a vengeance on Monday. After I’d made dinner and Lisa had brought it in to Fred, he keeled over. A nice big one just in case we’d forgotten what it was like. I was still in the kitchen when Lisa walked back in and said almost as a matter of fact “He’s just had a seizure there.” It had been such a long time that it wasn’t a surprise but yet it signalled for us that things were returning to normal. We both knew that they weren’t gone forever but that doesn’t mean that you don’t hope.

 

After a couple of hours he woke up, looking for dinner but was very dopey. As a matter of course, we’d given him the diazepam to stop the clustering and of course, that combined with his normal meds makes him dopey. He managed to stay awake for the rest of the evening, had the odd fight with his mother and we headed off to bed as normal. His powers of recovery always amaze me. We sat up in bed reading the “The Gruffalo” and some of his other favourites. After we finished the formal reading, Fred read his Incredible Hulk comic and I read my book.

 

Just a normal night in our little home.

 

On Tuesday morning, I took Ruby to school as normal, leaving Freddie and his Mum cuddled up in bed. When I got back, they were still in bed. He’d had another seizure. If we thought we were going to get off lightly, we were mistaken. When he woke up he was insistent on going down for breakfast, never a man to miss a meal is our Fred. As I was making breakfast, he had another seizure. It started as a small frontal lobe one but he just couldn’t fight it and a full-blown one broke through. It’s so upsetting to watch our little man being kicked left right and centre by the epilepsy, especially after the break we’d had. It knocked him for six. But he slept it off and woke looking for his breakfast. Freddie is such a strong character, he takes everything as it comes and carries on regardless. All through the day the seizures came back at him, mainly small ones but a big one broke through again in the late afternoon. Each time he woke up, shook it off and continued at what he had been doing.  When the big one broke though in the afternoon, I feared for the worst. That this might be one of those clusters that would need a trip to the hospital to stop. For the next few hours we watched him like a hawk but no more broke through. It is amazing sometimes how they just stop, other times they keep going. You live on your wits until you feel that maybe they’ve stopped. It is measured in time but not always, just because you’ve had six hours seizure free doesn’t mean one won’t happen in the next minute. Thankfully, that last one on Tuesday afternoon put an end to that particular cycle. By the time Ruby came home from school he was sitting up, happy to see his sister and looking forward to dinner.

 

This week too has seen a return to the bad temper tantrums. Anything Lisa says is met with a reaction, usually a violent one. On Wednesday evening, I was upstairs when I got a call to come try control Freddie. By the time I was down he was laying into Ruby, luckily, I was able to separate them as Ruby wouldn’t hold back. It is very disturbing to see our placid little man so unpredictable and uncontrollable. The only option open to me is to raise my voice, put on a stern face and put him in the kitchen. After a few minutes of rage and sulking, he comes around. The short sharp shock of being left in the kitchen seems to bring him to his senses. He’ll come back then full of remorse and promises of never to be bold again. He’ll cuddle up to his Mum, tell her how much he loves her and that he’s sorry for hurting her.

 

Until the next time.

 

Now Ruby intervenes and puts him in the kitchen, he won’t do it for his Mum. If Ruby told me to go to the kitchen, I’d go…Freddie does what she tells him. When we were going to bed on Wednesday evening Fred said that he didn’t like being put in the kitchen but it’s the only option we have to try control these tantrums. No doubt, we’ll be discussing them with the team here this week.

 

So, we’re here for a week. It will be tough at times, seeing what the assessing team think of our Fred and what they report back. It’s all part of Dr Shahwan’s plan for the future of Fred and that can only be for the good. Talking with him this morning was so reassuring; we feel that here is a man who’s not going to rest until he comes up with a solution. The system is against us, it’s under-funded, under-staffed, under developed but he’s not going to let that get in his way. He knows where the weaknesses are and that’s half the battle.

 

Now it’s the late afternoon. Our first day is nearly behind us. Freddie is in a complete strop and is sitting on a stool in the hallway. It’s not exactly the kitchen but it’s the only option here.

 

Actually he’s just come in, saying sorry and that he won’t do it again.

 

We’ll wait and see.

 

 

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3Feb/130

The Current Normal

This Sunday has been a lazy one. Not that we got up late or anything or even that the weather has been such that you wouldn’t venture out. No, just a lazy Sunday afternoon in springtime. Freddie sitting up on his mother’s lap, hands under the chin, right hand supporting the chin, left hand supporting the right. A typical Freddie pose.

 

After lunch, which wasn’t that long after a big breakfast, Freddie decided he wanted a nap. This used to be a regular thing, in fact during some bad periods, he’d spend more time napping than awake, the poor man. Friday afternoon he looked for one for the first time in a long time and we just presumed that a seizure was on its way. He wasn’t showing any signs of the aura he usually gets with the onset of a seizure such as ‘the confusion’ or ‘feeling dizzy’ which are the usual indicators. Friday was a big day as it marked two seeks since the last seizure. It has been a fortnight completely free of anything, no jitters, no jerks, no frontal lobe five seconders, no nothing. So when he felt tired during the day, actually twice during the day, we feared the worst. But thankfully, nothing happened, he just had two little snoozes and carried on as normal.

 

Much to our relief.

 

The same happened yesterday, no ill effects and we got through the day. However, at about 6.30pm he told me he needed to lie down, as he felt dizzy. This was the first mention of anything in over two weeks and made me think that Friday’s naps were part of a build-up. He lay down on the couch and Lisa gave him his medicine a bit earlier than usual. After about a half-hour of a nap he woke up…

 

“I’m fine now,” he announced. He looked it too and he demolished his dinner with gusto.

 

The evening carried on as usual, a fight with his mother about going to sleep was a good sign that all was well. The two went off to bed bickering like an old couple of forty years standing. That made Ruby and I laugh, so the evening finished on a high. About twenty minutes later, my phone rang, it was Lisa, I got a fright. Thankfully, it was only a request for Freddie’s Incredible Hulk magazine; he wanted it beside the bed so he’d know where it was. I laid it down beside King Kong who had gone up earlier with the elderly couple. When he rose this morning he put on his glasses, took King Kong in one hand and the magazine in the other, and headed off down for breakfast.

 

The fact we’ve had such a quiet week, in fact two weeks, has had a wonderful effect on the house. We’re not constantly checking Freddie, we worry a little less, a fraction less not much more, but at least life gets a bit easier for a while. The constant state of high alert is very stressful and its nice to get away from that for a while. The one benefit of me being around the house more often is that it gives Lisa some break from the Freddie watching. The downside for Lisa is that she has to put up with me around the house more often…

 

Its important to stress that though we’re off code super red on Freddie watching it doesn’t mean we can afford any complacency. Lisa is still very much on the lookout for her little man and we still expect the worst at all times.

 

This week we’ve been working on trying to get Freddie back into education. The plan is to have everything in place for when he’s up to it, the way the wheels of bureaucracy move so slowly we don’t want to leave anything to chance. Lisa has been on the phone to the various departments involved and it won’t be easy to get the help we deserve, but a lot of people are pulling in our direction.

 

On Wednesday, I got the call we’ve been waiting for, maybe dreading a bit as well. Dr Shahwan wants us back inTemple Streetnext Sunday, all things being equal. It will be for a week of educational and psychological assessments and on the Friday a PET scan. There was no mention of the results from the last week in the hospital; we presume that Dr Shahwan will go through those in person. I’m guessing that he wouldn’t have ordered the PET scan unless he thought it worthwhile but who knows…

 

On Friday evening, Lisa’s cousin Jillian called over for dinner. As usual she was filled in on all that has been happening by Freddie and the chat was flowing. After dinner, he pulled out his sketchpad and showed her the frogspawn he’d drawn earlier in the week. Jillian asked what they were and got the full story on the life cycle of the frog, from eggs being laid to adult. Jillian was much impressed by his knowledge and asked where he’d learned so much…

 

“Oh, from Mr Bean,” Freddie answered, as it was the usual place for information…

 

It’s just amazing what Freddie can pick up from the most unusual of sources.

 

Our man certainly does things his way.

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