There may be no more Horlicks at 9.00p.m.and it’s unlikely I’ll ever finish watching the complete Sex In the City, but on the plus side, I’m home. I’m so exhausted with relief that I managed to get out – despite a couple of near misses during the eight hour discharge process, when someone thought I should see someone else who wasn’t in today, and the head physio contradicted the advice of the head wound viability nurse and I feared there would be an incident – that I can’t think of a thing to say.