There's something uncanny about the ability of POET'S SP to spiral up when your back is turned. A short sojourn in The Swabish Alps and Rems Valley was brutally interrupted.

To mean to pay data roaming charges, I was sat on a sunny veranda sipping my Weitsen in blissful ignorance when my reverie was blasted away by my wife's announcement that our son had just sent her a message that 'POET'S gone mad, is Dad watching?' You know the rest.

As much as I love your beautiful country Andrea and it's superb beers, do you think that I will need a return visit to prompt the next surge in SP?

On the basis that my portfolio has increased by a factor of 3 I have decided I can afford roaming charges in future.