It’s late but I’m bubbling. In 1987, after an action-packed, hectic year I was waiting the last few days before taking a flight to Australia. My stomach churned over those days, screaming in anticipation for that take-off on the runway. I was unbearable. On Wednesday, I will have the same feeling leaving Maidstone hospital after the final session. I’d better not scream else the driver has a shock and careers into Tesco’s. But you know what I mean. I’ll try to sleep now.