I went in to see Isobel at just before 5pm. She was cheerful and relaxed. I had a word with the staff and cancelled her lunch tomorrow, ready for the pizza party. Jane and Derek had been to see her in the morning and left a pair of very red pajamas for Isobel. Isobel spent some time trying to convince me they were Jane's which she had left behind. Jane later said that although Isobel's diction and vocabulary had been very good, it was often difficult to tease out the meaning of what she was saying. I found Isobel's speech almost as good as yesterday, until the final half hour of my visit when it appeared that she became tired and some sentences did not seem to make sense. In view of the difficulties involved in following her conversation a few days ago, yesterday and the first hour and a half today was a welcome reassurance that there is not a significant deterioration.

I had not been in long before Isobel's tea arrived. Yesterday she had sausage and chips. today she had baked potato with beans. For desert there was chocolate mousse. While isobel was drinking her tea, we delved again into Zoë's box and Isobel (with a little bit of help from me) worked he way through a small box of chocolate fudge. The pieces were individually wrapped in gold coloured foil, unwrapping this was at the limit of Isobel's ability and she sometimes needed a little help. The couple of pieces I tried confirmed that they followed the pattern of other contents of the box - very sweet but absolutely delicious.

After we had finished eating fudge we looked at more 'photos of the work in the living room. Isobel laughed to see Bill the cat sitting on top of Euan's upended sofa, where the cat has slept for the last two nights. I took some dead flowers off of the zygocactus, which as predicted is now fading fast and went home at a quarter past seven.