LB was well and truly back to his old self today. We could hear him chuckling away to himself as soon as we went in the unit. Tasty cottage pie smells, a Yellow Pages to leaf through, Al Murray on his DVD player and a jug full of squash in his room. His day was rocking. He bounced off to get Rosie and I drink, then we hung out answering his questions about the break-in at Rosie’s student house. Burglars, forensic police, finger printing and offloading an Xbox on the black market. The stuff of dreams for LB.
When we went to leave, I asked him if he wanted me to bring him anything in particular tomorrow. Silence.
“Hey, LB, say now if you want Mum to bring anything tomorrow, while you’ve got the chance.”
“Now now now now now NOW!!!“