Nobody else seemed to be interested in Eurovision, so I ended up watching some repeats of House before we went off to bed.
This morning, Christopher was raiding the fridge at about half past six. As the hospital said he can eat anything he likes, I didn't bother checking. But I see he didn't touch the tomatoes, so evidently his personality hasn't undergone any changes.
I think I'lll have a bath and wash my hair before we go off to church. It's all go!