My last stay in hospital was in France , for a hip replacement. Operation, care, food all brilliant until the last night, when supper was , to the French a delicacy called "boudin noir" - like black pudding but semi liquid. I could not face it so survived the night on the starter and cheese and biscuits. The following day I was loaded head first into a small ambulance and the driver set off at high speed. He had no idea where he was going and I was trying to direct him, hardly able to see out and thus where we were, in my then very poor French, head first at high speed. We made I, just.