My flight leaves in about an hour. I’ve found a spot by the gate. I am extreeeeeeemaly hungover.

Last night is a bit of a blur but I know a few things: there was a lot of crying, there was a fair amount of singing and Ciarán Connell was lying next to me this morning when I woke up. I actually left him sleeping as I was already late. I’ll let Auntie Monica deal with that fallout!

I’m suddenly nervous. I just realised that I’ve entered into this whole thing a little blind. A month ago all I had to worry about was the collapse of civilisation and our systems of government, today… I have a new name. A father, who’s dead. An inheritance of sorts – a new name. A new identity… in a new city in a new country! I have no idea what is waiting for me on the other side of the Atlantic.

At least I’ll sleep on this flight. If I can manage not to throw up.

See you on the other side people, DB (DG?) xx