I feel like my 8 year old self on Christmas day just before going to bed, realising that I have to wait another year for it to come back again.
Only this time it's possibly never. It's weird...I've literally spent most of the past fortnight avidly following the Olympic games, discussing and watching everything from Farah's 5000m to the nuances of handball, yet I don't feel like I made enough of it... Oh well.