Every conscious moment is like waking up for the first time. New information, as Deborah describes it, 'melts like snow, leaving not a trace'. The one part of his previous life that he does remember - when he was a sought-after conductor and classical music producer for Radio 3 - is Deborah. Every time he sees her again, even if she's only been out of the room to make a cup of tea, he'll greet her with a rapturous hug.
His diaries show his desperation and also the articulate man he had so recently been. '7.46am: I wake for the first time. 7.47am: This illness has been like death till NOW. All senses work. 8.07am: I AM awake. 8.31am: Now I am really, completely awake. 9.06am: Now I am perfectly, overwhelmingly awake. 9.34am: Now I am superlatively, actually awake.'
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