Shit, it's here...

Saturday 19th March. The last day of abusing my body and mind. By 5.30pm we'll be either Grand Slam champions or just champions or even runner-up to another bloody team or two. Three possibilities, only one outcome.

The biggest problem now is going to be filling the day up. Time is moving so very slowly already, and the gap between the pub opening and the match starting is going to seem an eternity.

God help us all.