It’s half-two in the morning, and neither Hugh nor I are capable or abstract thought, but it’s done.

Hey, look Mum - I just wrote a book!

We’ve worked so late tonight that, even here in Scotland, all the pubs are closed. Celebration will have to wait until tomorrow.

You’d better all buy this book when it’s released, as well as buying two or three spare copies to give to friends. We’ve put in some serious effort for you people.

And now … bed.