Back home in Rotterdam and I am  sick, with a horrible cough and feeling dreadfully tired. I hear Isabel has the same and is taking anti biotics.  I spend time writing up all the key events for June, so far, in my new book.

I go to see Grace and she is so happy to see me. She has some sort of canopy attached to her bed, which they are trialling to see if it helps improve her sleep.

The coolest thing she says is ‘happy to see you’ and then ‘are you happy to see me’.  Its wonderful! I can’t tell you how severe the dementia is now for Grace and yet she uses all her strength to say this two sentences.

I spend most of the evening with her and then go back home … to bed.