He explained, "a much loved valetudinarian. I was made that way .I lived in my pyjamas and dressing gown with my little HB making up diseases for me. Oh the joys of the sizzle cough, the Rhubarb fever or the Margate whoopsie. But then, my little HB grew up. " he stopped, unable to go on for sobbing.. George patted his cold hand. "our HB is sort of grown up, we know several like her, they are the best sort."