I had surgery earlier in the year. Not a big deal. But I was put on a liquid diet for two weeks afterwards. That was a big deal.
The day I was discharged from hospital, having had my fill of clear soups and jelly and custard, I gingerly made my way to the fridge, fully expecting that Jacques would have stocked it according to the WhatsApp directives (including screenshots from Woolies) I had sent him from my hospital bed. He had remembered the cranberry juice and
