September 30, 2012 by dontbringlulubook
Back home in Kew, I was finding it increasingly difficult to cope with Lulu in that small flat. When she finally started to walk, at two years and four months, I hoped her occasional bouts of frustration would fade away but, in fact, they got gradually worse. She would lie on the floor in a rigid posture and just scream. Later she added to the routine, kicking and throwing everything in sight. It was bad enough when it happened at home, but imagine what it was like when we had to deal with it out there in public, on the pavement or on the floor of the supermarket.
Every three months we took her to the Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children in central London, but we heard little to comfort us from the various specialists we met. Thyroid deficiency, if untreated, results in cretinism. We were a long way from that. Lulu was alert and hyperactive. She was tall and strong, with excellent teeth, all of them arriving on time. However, we worried about the future.
With Ron now able to spend more consecutive days at home, we decided it might be a good idea to break out of the flat in Kew and head back to the coast, where the Saltdean bungalow was unoccupied but, in my vivid imagination, full of sunshine.