Isobel slept until half nine this morning. This was better than I managed as after getting Isobel up for the toilet at half three I could not get back to sleep and came downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee at half five. I was still sitting around downstairs when Euan rung on the doorbell art about half six having got a lift back from Gravesend. Isobel's walking was a lot worse than yesterday, although possibly not as bad as it was for much of last week.

Iona came over in the middle of the day, she and Isobel lounged around in bed watching television. Isobel had an unusual tea of ice cream and jelly.

Isobel had fish, chips, onion rings and beans for dinner, followed by chocolate pudding. All went smoothly until about half ten when she got ready to go to bed. She was argumentative about changing her pants and was found to have wet the sofa again. Upstairs she was unable to go to bed as it was discovered she had completely soaked the bed at some stage earlier in the day, presumably when she was with Iona. Luckily the additional layers almost completely protected the mattress, but the volume must have been huge as the mattress protector was soaked for three and a half foot by two foot. It is probable Iona did not check the bed when her mother got out as it had clearly been soaking for hours - usually such problems are detected and tackled at once.

There were the usual objections from Isobel to sleeping in the hospital bed, these went on for about two hours with much swearing and some slapping.