When Flat Eric arrived, he really did not look very well at all.

 

Eric had lost his car keys and had run all the way to Folkestone from London where he lives. He was very short of breath.

 

When he first arrived we had to give him a Nebuliser, a special mask on his face which gave him some special medicine to help his breathing...

Poor Flat Eric....

The story continues...

 

 

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