If she is still keeping up appearances, the operation has clearly gone well. And indeed, as I go into her hospital room, there is Christina in her trademark bright red lipstick, sitting up in bed. Though battered and bruised from her recent brain surgery, she is recovering already. On her bedside table is a portable CD player with small speakers. Wafting gently over the room is the distinct music of John Tavener, one of the so-called ‘holy minimalists’. Christina’s room feels a bit like a chapel, with this otherworldly music and the weak autumnal light filtering through closed blinds. The atmosphere is respite for me too – I feel like staying there in the calm. But a ten-minute visit is enough for Christina today.