My Mother is home with me, today, ensuring that I eat!

She has made me breakfast, which was mostly fruit, fresh figs, dates, melon, raspberries, grapes, apple, and banana, but also including some dessert rice, and fruit licquor, which is actually quite delicious, and we sat together to eat this morning.

I know my mother loves me, she wouldn't be so annoyed at my illness if she didn't, and she was the one who insisted my Dad find a specialist who could help. She was behind each time I had to go to Vienna, and get in programme, to save my life. Anorexia is a killer, they say, but when you are caught in it you can't see that, and you need advocates to fight your corner, so to speak.

My favourite sweet as a child was black licorice, especially the semi-soft licorice from Finland. It has always been a treat, and today while Mirko was here, she went into town to buy some for me. She knows I will eat it, and that it will stick to my ribs.

I am going into my studio now to paint, I want to start an abstract piece for the gallery, since I can't go to Morocco now, and Dad has been in touch with the travel agency, and the insurance company, to get some of the money spent back.