Just back from another flying visit to Oxford. I'm happy to report I found dad much recovered. In fact he greated me with real energy and polished off his supper in no time. We talked for a while, watched a bit of Elizabeth I and then he went to bed. He clearly gets tired very easily but his position is way better than at the weekend.

Interestingly I was talking to our magnificent carer Bea. She was telling me that she's similar cases where patients get very bad, seem to get much better and then just like that they go. And actually if that's the case then thats not so bad; dad's only remaining wish is to die at home and a quick a peaceful end is what we all hope for. But if it's not the case then at least he is feeling better, so that's got to be good.