News about the Micra being still in pieces at the garage reached me after 5pm, and a visit to Isobel at the usual time was not possible. Iona and I went in at a quarter to eight. Isobel was awake when we arrived and Iona talked to her for a long time.

Keith and Liz had been in to see Isobel during the afternoon, but I have not yet spoken to them.

Isobel had not been sick today and had eaten most of her breakfast, all of her lunch and tea and two pots of balanced supplement. She had also drunk well today and once we had checked that she was not thirsty we did not feel we had to start trying to get her to eat or drink. While Iona talked to her mother I attended to the plants and lighting. Isobel was showing signs of extreme tiredness when we left at twenty past eight but was not quite asleep. Despite being more alert and obviously comfortable, Isobel did not speak during our visit.

Iona and I stopped for a drink and a snack in the pub at the end of the drive, which does meals until 9pm. The snack (Cumberland sausage and mash) materialised as a huge plate piled high with four sausages laid pyramid style against a mountain of mashed potato and a ton of mixed vegetables. Our stay was rather prolonged and although Iona made do with diet Coke I found many pints of Doombar and Bombardier were required to wash down the food.