Hamburg. There is no city I’ve been in where there’re more really expensive cars driven by people who obviously never earned enough money to buy those cars. Maybe it’s all legit, but those guys are in their twenties, wear dark glassed and dark suits, and they’re just to über-cool to have earned their money in an office job. U just couldn’t picture them in an ordinary 9-5. And even if you could, those jobs would not pay for them cars! So, what’s the secret?

We continued to lend a helping hand to the carers: over time, I could see us getting really well accustomed and able to make Pádraig comfortable.

There was another first today: we first thought it might be a “Krampf”. Then, Pat asked him to relax, and he did. We asked him three times if he wanted to do it again, and he did. What was it? Simple, easy – for any of us. For Pádraig a huge, huge effort: he moved his whole right leg up, and – when we asked him – down again. Up. And back down. And a third time. Wahnsinn! A sign of things to come!

What’s the secret!?