Confusing situation. Right now Dad's asleep. At lunchtime he was sitting up in his chair, the most lucid and lively he's been since I came home. But this morning Bea and I thought he would be in bed all day - he was wheezing badly, his speach was slurred and he was very very weak. Maybe he's fighting it off - maybe it's just respite.

I ended up staying up all night with Dad. Early on his breathing was very laboured and it did make me think I should stick around as it reminded me of how mum sounded at the end. But in fact he slept on through, soundly and peacefully. He did wake a couple of times and would talk quite animatedly although I couldn't make much sense of what he was talking about. But he knew who I was and I helped him take some water and some pills and I even held his cigarettes as he took some greatful drags. His breathing was mostly very ragged and bubbly, a sign of the pneumonia. The District Nurse came at about 9 and gave him an injection to help with this which helped him sleep for the rest of the morning. When he awoke he seemed like a new man. Perhaps its the medication still working. We shall have to see how he is later on.