LB seemed a bit odd when we visited. A mix of unusually cheerful and slightly different mannerisms. He was in his room where he spends his time when he’s not in the bath. His eyes seemed small and his face a bit puffy. I suppose he’s coming up to the best part of a week now without daylight or any exercise.

Rich tidied his room up while I drew him an Irish lorry from County Mayo.

“Where’s County Mayo Mum?”
“I dunno whereabouts it is. Hey, let’s look at the map K brought you and see.”

Silence.

“Where’s your map, LB?”
“I threw it away Mum.”
“Eh??? Why did you throw it away?!”
“I threw it away Mum.”
“Oh. Did it get torn or something?”
“Yes Mum, it got torn.”