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I think the best part about returning home was the ambulance ride over Charnwood Forest. For one thing, it was fairly mild, there was a multitude of daffodils outside the front of the hospital where there had been a host of purple crocuses when I had arrived on Monday last week.

Joyce, the very kind overnight nurse, had helped me into bed rather than let me struggle with my leg lifter. As a result, I felt more rested today.

The ambulance crew carried me in in the wheelchair depositing me on the settee, where I stayed most of the day. I've checked out the new bed but am not confident I shall be able to negotiate it fast enough tonight.

Alasdair and Chris popped in to welcome me. Colin called too but he arrived shortly after Len took Basil for a walk and I couldn't reach the door.

Pan fried fish and air fryer chips for supper. Lots of Get Well cards on the mantelpiece.

A propos of yesterday's entry, several people criticised my apparent loss of positivity when I thought I was offering a dispassionate view. And what was on TV today? An advert for Age UK illustrating the awful situations in which elderly people can find themselves.