Yup. Tomorrow is the day we have been eagerly anticipating.
For tomorrow is that annual festival of the National Gang Rape, otherwise know as Budget Day.
Today is the day we all stock up on vast quantities of KY Jelly and Vaseline.
Tomorrow we grasp our ankles and try to convince ourselves that things could be worse.
One thing is certain.
In forty eight hours time I'm going to be a lot worse off.
And I probably won't be able to sit comfortably for months.