Pauline looked across at Dr. Peter Schofield, hit white smile illuminating the operating theatre, both with light and confidence. A small flutter wavered in her heart, welled up, and came forth as a sigh. Peter looked over, flashed her a smile and returned to work. Slowly the miracle of birth unfolded before them and Pauline felt the lump in her throat tighten. At last the baby was of the world hanging by an ankle, half-way between life and death. A moment passed without a sound. Schofield looked at the young child, shrugged and gave it a hearty slap on its bottom. Without warning the baby lurched up, looked the doctor in the eye and snarled....."What's the matter, ya bastard, can't you give a man time to marshall his thoughts?".

Timothy Richard Shadbolt has never looked back.

"Would you tell me please, which way I ought to go from here?" That depends a good deal on where you want to go to" said the cat.