It's that time of the year again, when I start getting all tense and nervous, wandering the house, looking for something that will take my mind off the most exciting event of the year.
No, not the CBCA shortlist announcement, or the NSW Premier's Literary Awards, or the multitude of great literature festivals (Somerset, Voices, Sydney Writers, etc).
This is even more important than any of these.
It's the start of my football season!
This year, I've decided to play in an Over 45 league - yes, one exists. For too long, I've played against youngsters half my age. And, even though it means a trip to Sydney every saturday, finally, I may not be the oldest player in the squad.
First game tomorrow... wish me luck!