Iona and I went to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital soon after mid-day. Isobel had, as she had promised, eaten breakfast. The mention of a CT scan yesterday had been a mistake, she did not have one. By chance I bumped into Chioma, the Macmillan nurse who had finally got Bexley Care Trust to agree to the transfer and was able to express the family's gratitude. I fed Isobel dinner - shepherd's pie, mash and beans. Iona and I sat with Isobel for a while then had a rather nice dinner in the canteen. After the meal Iona went home to await a 'phone call to pick me up from the Peter Gidney Unit.

I sat with Isobel until well after 4pm waiting for the ambulance. At times Isobel was upset by the wait and shouted and swore; but at other times she dozed. The ambulance crew arrived, They were based at Whipps Cross Hospital in north London and had come in on a rest day to do one trip, then been told they were on shift until 7pm. We planned a route to Darenth using their SatNav and set off to join the A2 at Well Hall. We found the roads clogged and the A2 slip road sealed by police who advised that a jumper was on the Danson overbridge and the A2 was closed. We invented an alternative route by the A20 and made it to Darenth without significant holdups; the A20 became gridlocked behind us I later found out. I suggested the crew got home via the M25 and A12 as everywhere south of the river seemed to be seizing up - probably good advice although I think the hold up on the Dartford crossing approach would have been more than the fifteen or twenty minutes I estimated.

The Peter Gidney Unit is a single story building in a rural setting. We soon had Isobel settled in her room and the formalities of arrival were completed. Iona and Jon arrived. Isobel had missed dinner so she had a couple of ham sandwiches and arctic roll for afters, washed down by two mugs of tea. She was cleaned up and settled down to watch television. We left soon after half six. It took almost an hour to get home, even though Jon chose probably the quickest route, the whole of the area seemed to be one giant traffic jam. I will complete the personalisation of her room tomorrow.