The previously agreed plan for Isobel to use the hospital bed did not work out. She slept on the sofa until 1.30am; then refused to use the downstairs toilet or bed. This was the beginning of six hours of incomprehensible speech, swearing, punching and slapping. Neither Isobel nor myself got more than a few minutes sleep, Euan did not do much better trying to sleep on the landing floor. By the morning Euan and I were wrecked but Isobel calmly went downstairs and lay on the sofa and watched television as if nothing had happened.

Euan and I took turns to get a few hours sleep during the day. Isobel dozed a little at times but did not seem particularly tired. Apart from a quick trip to the shops by me, none of us went out today. During the day Isobel's balance and walking seemed better than it had been for the past week. Her speech was difficult to understand most of the time.

Isobel had steak pie, mashed potato, sprouts, brocolli and peas for dinner followed by raspberry cheescake. In the early part of the evening she agreed that she would use the hospital bed, but later on said she would never use it. She fell asleep on the sofa at about 10pm.