This is a test, test, test, … 1,2,3… 1,2,3

I remember this from concerts during sound checks.

Today’s test was slightly different. And we passed. “We” are the dozens of people involved in getting Pádraig home home.

About half a dozen of them arrived this morning at around 7am at the house to make some last fixes, to clean in and around the extension – even to get three huge boards to cover the ground leading in to Pádraigs bedroom door, so that the wheelchair could easily be pushed across.

The really thorough, really nice, and really helpful ‘crews’ from the NRH and the HSE arrived with Pádraig at around 11am.


We tested the lifts, hoists, bed and other equipment. Pádraig was turned to the left, to the right, and back to the left. He was lifted out of the wheelchair and back into the bed. And he didn’t complain once.

As all was ready and in order, Pádraig will be staying here tonight. And, if all goes according to plan, he will stay here over the weekend. AND he’ll get discharged from the NRH, again: if it all goes according to plan, on Friday 13th – I’ll be pushing hard for Saturday, 14th. Not because I am superstitious.But you’d never new!

In exactly a week’s time it’ll be two years since we left on a jet plane.

Tonight, we’re here together. Together. In the Dreamboat! Sheer bliss.