I had intended to visit Isobel on the way back from collecting Euan from Gravesend, but he was adamant that he needed to return straight home, so it was almost five o'clock by the time I got to Isobel. She was again in a good humour, but as usual was lying on the bed fully clothed and had not got off the bed all day. Her speech was fairly difficult to follow but she was able to make her meaning clear eventually, something that does not always happen. I gave her details of the various telephone conversations I had last night. She confirmed that Miranda had not been in to see her, something that Chris Richmond had expected to happen on Saturday, but I had not been able to get hold of Miranda to check when she was coming in. We discussed the practical difficulties of getting her and her mother to physically meet, as her mother's doctor has advised against long distance travel. Jessica said last night that she thought her mother was increasingly frail. I believe that not seeing her mother is a major regret to Isobel.

After we had chatted for over half an hour, her tea arrived. I fed Isobel prawn salad followed by trifle. She is still getting through all her food very quickly. After a mug of tea, Isobel ate the last two slices of Louisa's cake (or was it Teri's cake?). Then she moved on to finish the second half of a pack of chocolate pearls, the last remnant of Zoë's box.

By six o'clock it was clear that Isobel was rather tired, she seemed to doze off for a few seconds twice while I was sorting out things in the room. I removed a lot of dead flowers from the zygocactus; it is almost finished and will probably come home tomorrow. Isobel had perked up again by the time I left at ten to seven. I had a long chat on the way out with the nurses. We agreed it would be a wholly good thing if Isobel was to move around more, but none of us can convince to do anything outside her room or even to sit in the chair beside the bed. I spent quite a lot of time tonight cross examining Isobel about how she felt and she says that she is happy spending her time the way she does. Although she does very little, she has suffered such terrible damage over the past two years that she does not seem to need anything in the way of entertainment. Earlier today I had bumped into Jane and Derek at the shops, they commented on how scathingly Isobel had spoken about such Centre entertainments as the dancing dog! I left at about ten to seven, calling in at Iona's empty house on the way home to check everything was OK.