He chose one of my casual ‘lounging at home’ outfits, whether it was deliberate or Sarah had chosen it, but I’m comfortable. I feel much better dressed in leggings and a silky camisole under a long, oversized cashmere jumper. I pull on the long thick socks, leaving them wrinkled at my ankles. They’re my much-needed hugs from clothes I would’ve chosen myself.

The nausea, headache, and overwhelming hangover are still lingering, but that constant hunger I seem to have is ...