Day trips to Old Trafford, poky old buildings and cold sandwiches are not what most people associate with the Good Friday Agreement – but they are memories shared by Bertie Ahern’s daughters.
‘I don’t know whether I have ever let myself believe that I had bulimia,” says Lyra. It’s early March and we are sitting in Dublin’s Westbury Hotel having dinner. “When people said to me, ‘Have you ever had an eating disorder?’ I always said no because I didn’t physically feel I did. But I did have an eating disorder. I would go out to dinner in restaurants with friends and then go to a cubicle in the toilet to puke up the food I had just eaten.”