The sun is beating down on Dublin, there’s just the slight relief of a cool breeze. I can’t remember flying in. I can’t remember switching planes at Heathrow. I can’t remember baggage checks or pass control. I am here and have been here since the dawn of time. I moved into a hotel on Georges Street where the lady said: ‘You’ve been here before, you know the drill…’

I have taken buses. I have slept on Stephen’s Green. I have shopped for clothing, checked my e-mail. I have eaten lunch with a friend. I have received calls and text messaged to and fro. I have told a friend to: ‘whisper, smile and nod a lot, they’ll think you’re mysterious and sexy.’

Sometimes being here is more home than anywhere else could be.