Today - despite ongoing pain in my cramp-infested quad muscles, I am going on a long trip into Bedfordshire, where a family get together of 11 of us, across three generations will, hopefully, see Wimbledon succumb to the power of the mighty Hatters. Eventually returning to bed for me at around 1:30 am.
I shall dine in the Eric Morecambe suite, alongside over 100 other smiling and expectant Luton fans - there to watch our tribe rise up - even further. Winners that can barely be matched.
Next season we will be visiting a whole new range of stadiums - some of which did not exist the last time we were in the 2nd tier of English Football. and then - planning permission finally granted we shall have our own, with its "Hatters halo" lighting rig by 2023.