The morning was largely spent on telephone calls again. I was satisfied the the Macmillan nurses were doing eveything they could to arrange a transfer for Isobel.

I picked up Iona from her house as she had left her car at our house, we shopped in Greenhithe before going back to Bexleyheath. Jacquie, Isobel's old friend from work decades ago, went in to see her at 2pm. I went over a bit later but had to park miles away as my usual parking spot near Cemetery Lane was full; I did not get in until a quarter to three. Isobel had refused breakfast and lunch so the nurses asked me to try and feed her a sandwich. I had already fed her some chocolate and she was happy to eat the sandwich and drink a mug of tea. Jacquie had already got her to drink some orange squash.

From the ward I spoke by telephone with the hospital's Macmillan nurse who advised that she had just arranged a transfer for the next day, not to the hospice but to the Peter Gidney Unit. Immediately afterwards Maggie Williams from Bexley Care Trust telephoned the ward and asked to speak to me, she seemed rather put out that Isobel had been admitted to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital and asked if she had been transferred direct from Maidstone Hospital - I don't know where she got this idea. I explained the circumstances including the professional view of Rosemary at the Ellenor Trust regarding Isobel's safety and the judgment of the ambulance crew when they arrived on the scene, bearing in mind that a bed at the Bexley & Greenwich Hospice had been expected to be available on Wednesday and it was close to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Maggie Williams stressed that Bexley would not make any transport arrangements and I should remind the hospital that this was their job (!).

It was agreed that I would come to the hospital soon after mid-day tomorrow with clothes for Isobel and accompany her on the journey. The hospital did not see any problem with arranging transport. Jacquie and I stayed with Isobel until almost 5pm.

I arrived back at the hospital just before half past seven. Isobel's bedclothes had been changed again, she had eaten dinner (although she could not remember what she had eaten) and was in a relaxed state. I fed her chocolate and gave her a mug of tea. She will have a CT scan tomorrow morning, this is unexpected but it will be interesting to compare the results with the MRI scan. Isobel went to sleep at about 9.40pm, I stayed until almost 10pm. She is pleased to be leaving the hospital tomorrow and has promised to eat breakfast!