Of course regular followers of parislondonreturn will know the New Season is likely to mean football. But as I like to be holistic, let's throw in the new school year and the new yoga year.
The second week of school has ended and as I shut the door on the Paris flat, it was to the sound of sniffing. Not because of my departure but because all three children have managed to become incrusted with various colds.
The boy was particularly hoarse, the middle child has recovered a bit and the eldest has refused to acknowledge anything like weakness.
This follows an episode last year in which she went back to school and promptly had a day off due to illness.
Me and the missus think it was overexcitement at getting away from her dull parents but the eldest isn't making that mistake again.
However the new season has indeed started and I went to my first practice match of the year - having had to miss last week's due to the first round of the doubles in the journalists' tournament at Roland Garros.
That was the start of a bitter sweet week. Through in the doubles, annihilated in the singles and through to the third round without hitting a ball in the doubles.
Me and my partner Eric are awaiting the schedule for our third round match.
As for the football....well I need to get match hardened as we embrace the new look format which will be a second division of eight teams - the bottom four from the top division and the top four from the second division.
There'll be a third division of eight teams.
I guess the ambition will be to avoid relegation. Last season it was about promotion.
A new season indeed.