After being in all sorts of hospitals for weeks and weeks, Robin is back home and feels like the bloke in the lyrics to Breathe (Reprise) by Pink Floyd. Cheers!
Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home, cold and tired,
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire.
For far away, across the fields,
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.