After 1am the night was uninterrupted but this ended with a wet bed at 5am. Isobel slept on after the bed was changed until about 9am. After breakfast there was another wet bed at just after 10am. Iona arrived soon after. Euan was ill with some bug or virus which gave him pain in all his joints and a bad stomach, we have tried to shield him from physical effort today.

The visitor expected from Prory Mews at 11am failed to materialise, but Margaret Nicholas appeared after midday. She runs a specialist neurological unit at Darenth Hill near Dartford. It was apparent that she was fully conversant with the needs of glioblastoma patients, unlike the person from New Eltham last week. She conducted a thorough pre-screening of Isobel and was satisfied that her unit could provide good quality accommodation, initially for two weeks respite but potentially for long term care. She mentioned that she anticipated an argument with Bexley over funding as her units fees were higher than many others because of the specialism. The unit may not have a spare low bed (to deal with Isobel's habit of falling when leaving the bed) and this might take a couple of days to organise once transfer has been agreed.

After a very late lunch, Euan and Iona went shopping, Iona went straight home after. The was another wet bed shortly after 4pm. After changing this I went to Boots to buy some more waterproof mats to go under the mattress protectors on the bed, but they were out of stock so I did some frozen food shopping in Iceland. On the way back I bumped into Mr Remington, he looked after his sick wife for four years so we swapped stories in an attempt to cheer ourselves up. I was at school with the elder of his sons and Keith was at school with the younger. While I was chatting to mr Remington Chris Ball came down the road. He had called at the house to see Isobel but had noticed me chatting a hundred yards down the road. Isobel was asleep when we got home and Chris sat on the bed chatting to me until Isobel woke. Isobel was very pleased to see Chris and they chatted for a long time until Isobel became a little tired and need her dinner.

It was now too late to cook the planned dinner so instead everything came out of the microwave - chicken in tomato and basil sauce with potato wedges, green beans, broccoli and sweet corn. Isobel went to sleep soon after 9pm. Euan was still feeling very poorly during the evening.