The moment I awoke, I knew I was due a good lunch today as Mrs Ex-TM was coming up to the hospital on the early morning choo-choo, laden with all manner of goodies and tempting little morsels and sweetmeats. And so it was with something of a cavalier, devil-may-care attitude that I tackled today's menu choices that accompanied the breakfast tray. Naturally I presumed that I would dine well and therefore wouldn't be all that hungry come suppertime. So I decided to select the very best of what the kitchen has to offer for your Saturday night amusement. I mean, who needs Strictly Come Dancing or X Factor when you can read Notes from a Hospital Bed? And have I got a treat for you tonight!