David Robbins: The transformation is complete -- I am the 'little woman'
There was something niggling at the back of my mind this week. Something about mid-September that I was supposed to remember. But I couldn't for the life of me think what it was.
My birthday? No, that's the 22nd (putting me on the cusp of Virgo and Libra, if you must know, though my wife reckons Virgo is in the ascendant). Anyway, even someone as forgetful as me remembers his own birthday.
A Leinster match perhaps? Yes, they're playing Glasgow today, but that's not it. Dry cleaning? An unpaid bill? A lunch date arranged long ago? A dental appointment? No, no and again no.