As I was still working downstairs, Euan started to get Isobel up for her toilet visit at 1.30am. As they talked she began to wet the bed and as Euan tried to move her onto the commode she wet a large area of the carpet. Euan was particularly upset as his mother gave a running commentary on what she was doing, apparently half asleep. After the usual long negotiations we got her cleaned up in the toilet (she loathes using the commode) and settled in the spare room. It took me until after 3am to clean everything up and verify that the washing machine has died permanently.

Isobel woke after 7am, but had already soaked the spare room bed - this does not have any waterproof layer and the mattress was affected. I cleaned her up and moved her onto the downstairs sofa where she had breakfast. I had forewarned my brother a couple of weeks ago that our washing machine was likely to fail suddenly, so I left Euan to look after Isobel and took the pile of washing round to Keith and Liz.

After an early lunch Isobel dressed and I took her in the wheelchair to Keith's. We watched a recording of this mornings Springbok: Wallaby game, then the end of the Challenge Cup. We came home at just after 4pm; I had bad asthma and struggled with the wheelchair on the uphill sections where I have never had any problems before - this is entirely the result of extreme tiredness.

Isobel had leek and bacon flan, Brussel sprouts, chips and peas for dinner, followed by ice cream. Tonight she will use the hospital bed in the living room for the first time (as the others are still out of action), but dozed and watched television until after midnight.