The cost of a hospital discharge was a lasagne. I had mine ready to hand over when I left with KH, who had volunteered to pick me up.

I’d almost finished packing. I just needed to work out how to stuff all the bowls of fruit into my suitcase.

In the meantime, I took my last shower in the communal mixed sex/age bathroom alongside a bald woman and a very pale teenage boy who looked like he was dying of cancer.

KH also showered – in a cubicle all of his own, fully dressed.