Sunday September 6th 1900 hrs...ish
So here I am the night before, Knight of the Realm - Sir Terence of Wogan announces to the world that after almost three decades of waking Great Britain up with his unique style of broadcasting badinage and brilliance, he is off...and I'm taking over his hottest Breakfast show hot seat.
The announcement was supposed to happen in two weeks' time but an almost flawless statement of the facts as they stand appeared in today's press and so Terry is going to make an official statement during his show tomorrow to keep a lid on things.
It's very much Terry's story not mine, as well it should be. To step down from something you have done so well and for so long and obviously still enjoy doing, must be a tough call even for such a stoic as Sir Tel.
I just went for a walk in the garden with my son Noah to contemplate what might happen in the next twenty four hours and who knows what else in the next few years. With the last of the day hanging on to say goodbye, I looked into his seven month old big bluey brown eyes as they sparkled magically. He was gazing around in wonder at something he'd never seen before, the magnificence that is the deep green of the trees' leaves surrendering to the first tones of a new season under an already golden sky, his first Autumn beginning to take shape.
All the perspective I needed.
Good luck Mr. W. I promise I will do my utmost not to let you and your listeners down. x.