Today life was good. L was at home, after spending the evening at home last night. I was on leave, with the aim of helping her re-establish eating at home. I woke her up and snuggled up in bed with her and Harry the cat. We had lunch at a favourite cafe and L ate a meal where no calories could be looked up on the internet, home made and fresh and delicious. L giggled and cackled and the distressed look on her face never appeared. Perhaps this really is recovery after all.