up until now everyone crept around me , talking in hushed whispers and generally treating me as though i could hear something , he wanted me to hear something anything - so my room became central station , everyone and anyone could clatter in , chatter away , and if they knocked something over , even better , and then mr smith from canada ( aka charlie ) had an idea , out came my old wheelchair , and after dusting it down and fitting a heath robinson device to stop my head bouncing around i was out into the big wide world , and once they placed reflective sun glasses on me , hiding my glazed eyes , everyone wanted to stop the procession and have a one way chat with me , then finally , just before he disappeared off in his business jet ( with no visible markings on it ) he took me for a swim , although not very far , as the tubes and cables werent waterproof , but that was soon sorted .