I came home from hospital today. I didn't notice too much about the trip home because I've been pretty sleepy and dozed off in the car. I've spent most of the last 3 1/2 days sleeping actually. Even when I'm having a drink I'm half asleep. The only times I've woken properly and felt a bit indignant was when the nurses stripped me and put me on the scales, and when they squeezed my foot and gave me an injection.

Since being home I've had a good, long sleep in my hammock, had a snuggle with my Daddy in his bed, and had my big brother, Oskar, stick furry toys in my face. It's been very nice.