I am back home, they released me this afternoon. I am enjoying my freedom again. Thank you everyone for all your nice messages and prayers. A friend of mine, who took care of my cat, printed them out for me plus a daily selection of some forums so I wouldn’t have internet withdrawal symptoms of top of everything! I did bring a cookbook with me. A week without reading one would have been sheer torture. I took Madeleine’s Kamman The New Making Of A Cook because it covered such a wide range of topics. The food was pretty awful but one meal I will never forget it was the white dinner. White soup, white bread, white fish, white potatoes, white sauce, white pudding… Luckily I had thoughtful visitors who sometimes brought me dinner. After all one can not live on hospital food alone. I am sure you can all guess what it was like in the hospital but you will not believe what happened in surgery. I was lying on the operating table with my doctor and a nurse. The doctor started to anaesthetised the hip and the bone, I’ll spare you the details, and somehow we start taking about food and cooking. The doctor and nurse both asking for cookbook suggestions. So there I was being cut open, the nurse sitting beside me checking my vital signs and the doctor keeps saying to the nurse did you note that title? Please write down what she’s saying about salt bath? Did you say two cups of flour for the scones? So nice to be back home! How are you all doing?