I bet we’re all watching the same show tonight, the world’s biggest song contest, the Eurovision! Right? It was so funny when I asked the (pretty young, relatively:) therapists yesterday where their Eurovision party would take place — Eurovision… mmhhh, they had heard their parents talk about that…

We’re about half way through the contest and, as an old (I should rather say: long-time:) follower of the contest, I’m really impressed. More countries than ever are singing in their own language – except for the Germans who got Ed Sheeran’s brother to help them out with a song about his dead father. As a country that survived two world wars (caused by themselves!) they will survive, it that should happen, another last place and be back with a vengeance next year. As one of the largest net contributors to the contest, they don’t have to pass through the preliminaries but go straight to the finals…

We all had our lie in this morning, a long, relaxed breakfast and, instead of lunch, a big ice-cream in town, and snacks on our tiny but very romantic balcony overlooking the neighbours’ balconies. This is, after all, Pforzheim’s north side, known for its international, a bit run down, and very working class neighbourhood.

Pádraig had a day off today too, except for a spin on the MOTOMed where he managed to get a new personal best, a PB, with more than 52 rounds per minute.

Not sure whether I will make it to the end of the contest or even the voting. Jessica Mauboy is just singing for Australia (yes, AUSTRALIA, *not* Austria) in this Eurovision Song Contest and I’m not sure whether I’m starting to see sings. Just a few minutes ago someone seemed to have taken away the microphone from SuRie (Annie Lennox’ sister) singing for the United Kingdom. I’ll go to bed and have sweet dreams before stuff gets too crazy for me.

I’ll find out who won tomorrow:)