I'm back in Preston after a long fecking day in Manchester with my friends who had also come as witnesses. As the title suggests, the asylum appeal hearing has been adjourned, again.

I am glad to be home and while everyone believes in me and in this case, I cannot help but feel a little upset. I'd been dreading this day so much; I'd been so nervous and I'd fallen sick because of that very same nervousness.

It's no one's fault this time. The legal counsel who was meant to represent me today took ill. At any rate, here's hoping that the best happens. I'll keep on praying and watching. Beyond that, Seán, my friends and I, we've all done everything we can.