I used to eat out every day of the week when my mother was in hospital and during her time at the rehab center. For a time I ate frozen food alone in the flat for about a month, but I hated it. The experience of being by myself because of a medical condition was so depressing, but I felt a lot better when I got out and was around people in a public place. When my mother came back we ordered food from my cafe and one other, but we eat in now, because I can no longer afford to ask food to be brought home, but as soon as I get a regular job, I'm going to start doing it again. Without the really nice people at my cafe, I'd have probably starved myself to death. I partly owe them my life.