Knock-Knock...

That was my door last night at 10:30pm. My next door neighbour was stood there, 'Sorry to knock so late, I've got a parcel for you. I meant to bring it earlier, but ended up going out.'

Her husband handend me the heavy cardboard box.

'Oh, thank you - thank you!' I beamed.

I was about to tell them it was the posters for my play, but they didn't hang around and said goodbyes and went inside.

I ripped open the box, I was so excited. The posters are beautiful... OK, so I'm getting carried away with myself here. But I love them. Even more so because I designed them. I don't mind admitting I shed a little tear.

'Why?' Asked Mr Sally, 'It's not like this is the first play you've ever done.'

That's true, but for some reason, holding the flyer for my play - makes it all seem real. And just for that moment I felt really proud of myself, just for that moment. And I won't feel that again until opening night, when the cast take their first bow - because from now until then is a none-stop rollercoaster ride!