It's so ridiculous. One of my dad's carers, who's Indian, calls him dādā, i.e., paternal grandfather, and others call him uncle. A previous carer from Sudan called him bābā, i.e., father.

I have tinnitus from all the alarm bells ringing

Sounds exciting to me! When I start working again after this PhD, a hoover that doesn't get hair stuck in it will be on my shopping list.

Thank you! And thanks for holding onto hope on my behalf, during this time where I don't really have any.

And books by Behrouz Boochani, such as 'Freedom, Only Freedom'. I haven't read 'No Friend but the Mountains' yet, but that's another of his. Behrouz is a journalist who was held in Australia's offshore detention centre in Papua New Guinea.

'Supply Chain Justice: The Logistics of British Border Control, by Mary Bosworth