Her father had – well, he was a long distance lorry driver – and he had diabetes, he was diagnosed with diabetes, but he wouldn’t accept that he had diabetes. This once, in the early days of him being diagnosed, I put tablets in – you’re probably too young to know – but little red boxes that you put pills in. And so I put a couple of pills in there for while he was away. And when he came back he was in a little bit of a mood. We had a kitchen cabinet, so he put the pill box on the top of the cabinet, and said “Oh, I won’t be using that again.” And wrongly, I presumed it was empty. And unfortunately it wasn’t empty. And Amanda had been attracted by this beautiful red box, and had climbed while I was down the garden pegging out clothes – she’d climbed up, and got these tablets. That was the start of it. She was in a coma for four days, and was fitting all the time. She’s had it ever since then. Her brain was starved of oxygen, because it lowered her blood sugar – that was what it was designed to do, but not in a healthy eighteen-month old child.
