Today was the first day for sometime that could be described as relaxed.

Breakfast and getting ready for the hospice went smoothly. Isobel had steak for lunch.
When I picked Isobel up from the hospice we went straight over to Iona's where I left her chatting to Iona and playing with her dog. She had chicken arabatiatta for dinner and I picked her up at seven.

We sat around drinking coffee and eating biscuits for an hour, then she went up to watch television in bed, falling asleep while I was re-potting in the greenhouse.

Isobel seemed happier today, and hardly lost her temper at all. Her speech is very difficult to follow at times, but today for a change she worked at trying to express herself in different ways in order to help us grope our way towards understanding. Isobels balance remains poor, but she did walk about a hundred and fifty yards on the way to Iona's house.