Well it only seems like yesterday that we were being passed into the ground. Division 2 is ours again as we roll out for the new season.
The first match. The tension is mounting chez moi so much so that I went to a yoga relaxation class tonight.
The teacher, Michelle, got us into a downward facing dog and then onto our knees and told us to lunge forward and then try to pull back a foot with one hand.
I was most upset that cramp kicked in as soon as I tried. I thought it was a test of balance. Maybe my legs haven't been strengthened this week by cycling.
In fact there's been a singular lack of cycling this week and then I was denied my morning plunge in the pool.
I was put on boy watch duty at 6.15am as he didn't want to sleep anymore and I was conveniently placed in the sitting room listening to the radio and getting ready to go to the pool.
I gave him breakfast and we ended up watching Thunderbirds till his sisters were roused for school.
By the time I started losing focus in my tennis match I realised I'd been up a good four and a half hours.
I was burnt out. Cramp at 7.30pm was - like our descent last season - inevitable.
The watchwords for the season: short passing game/pass and move.
And with apologies to Madonna: Get into the groove, boy you've got to pass and move that ball to me yeah.
Let's hope I play better than that flourish.