Are we back to the daily routine? Are Pádraig’s days structured again along the lines of carers coming and carers leaving? Has anything changed? Are the days of exploring and conquering days gone by?
To the contrary.
They are just about to start.
Which way is he going to go?
How would I know?
It’s his life. It’s his decision.
He is the master of his fate.
He is the captain of his soul.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
His head is bloody, but unbowed.
He is invictus.