And it went on… And on… He’d tolerate the odd thing here and there to pick at, buttered toast, a yogurt, a biscuit… Never an actual meal or anything of any substance, and not enough for a growing boy. Occasionally he’d eat something out of the blue that I never expected him to even entertain, and I’d think we’d have it cracked, we’d have found the holy grail. It’d last a few days tops. He didn’t lose weight. How that’s possible I don’t know. He must have been sneaking bogies and fluff when I wasn’t looking. However I don’t think it did his immune system any favours, as he was constantly poorly with something, and he’s moods were terrible.