Ok, ok, another cheesy Game of Thrones title. But, perhaps, to beat an ED, a battle is compulsory. I have always felt lucky as a parent. L doesn’t smash plates, throw food, hurl insults or destroy furniture. But tonight she smashed the windscreen of my car as I told her she must eat. I felt calm. I had no need to stop her. Anorexia is vile. I hope L can get angry. This is a battle and no war was ever won by fallen faces and unhappy body language.