Another short blog as I am shattered and still have a bad headache.

After a desperate wrestle with the dining room table in the early hours of the morning, victory was achieved this morning after removing the dining room door in order to get a critical three quarters of an inch of room. A slightly less difficult manoeuvre got the table into the study (the table is considerably wider than the doors). All the books and some of the furniture and boxes are now out of the living room, but most of the tedious packing of glassware and ornaments remains to be done. The re-arranging of the study has also been time consuming but will allow much more to be stored in it while work is done in the living room. At several times over the past few days it has seemed as if I should have followed my original plan of hiring some storage space, but this rearrangement will work, albeit at the cost of a lot of time and effort.

Maidstone Hospital confirmed the rearrangement of the ambulance trip for Friday. I went in to see Isobel in the late afternoon. She was in good humour, sitting up on the bed fully dressed. We had a discussion with the nurse regarding the benefits of getting out of bed for part of each day. There have been no problems with bed sores etc but this has only been due to luck. The nurse confirmed that Isobel usually seemed to be cheerful. She has the television on most of the day, although the amount of attention she gives it varies.

Isobel had corned beef and chips for tea, followed by yogurt. While I was with her she drank two mugs of tea and three mugs of squash, so there is no problem with her fluid intake. She understands that she may not see much of Iona this week as she starts her new job. By six o'clock Isobel's speech had become difficult to interpret although otherwise she did not seem tired. We ate some chocolates and I left her watching television at a quarter past seven.