I blame traffic control. So do Ryanair.

On the other hand, I’d say, and, obviously, I’m not a pilot, I’d say a Boeing 737 ain’t like the Picanto I’m driving (on loan from the family). They’re kind of big and have flashing lights all over them. So even early in the morning, on a runway, you’d see one – wouldn’t you.

Well there were two Ryanair pilots who obviously missed each other and got their wings clipped. Literally.

It meant we all – that is everybody who was supposed to leave Dublin airport on a plane this morning – waited for the best part of an hour until these two planes were toed away. Read all about it.

When I arrived eventually in Hamburg it was almost noon. I managed to do some work that had to be done and then met my German family (sister, brother-in-law, niece, and her daughter) to go with them to visit Pádraig. They had come up for the afternoon and then drove back home. It was nice to see them. I’m sure that Pádraig also really appreciated to hear their voices and feel their support.

Today was the fortnightly (or so) meeting with Pádraig’s doctor. It is really helpful to have a good, calm, sit-down conversation about what is going on. Unfortunately, Pat couldn’t be there with me, but we had prepared the meeting together which really helped. They are going to keep Pádraig on his current medication until around Sunday and then increase the drug that might ‘encourage’ him to interact a bit more than he has done so far. We should see over the next 2-3 weeks to which extend he reacts to it and whether it will make a positive difference.

Here’s the link to “Róisín” from the TG4 Player, in case you haven’t seen the programme yet:)