A positive outcome will see me - and countless other former CAI pupils - jet back for the final and an inevitable skin full afterwards.
Which reminds me, my liver continues to recover from almost a week of "hydration" during the annual White family February half-term trip to Norn Iron.
What you can see above is the men's toilet door at Tides restaurant in Portrush where Vanessa and I enjoyed a fine meal on Tuesday evening.
And on Wednesday, we visited my spiritual home, the Railways Arms in Coleraine, where the regulars of "Arsehole Corner" (their name for it, not mine) were joined by a number of irregulars including my nephew Nathan (wearing the hat). That's my dad in the blue jacket.
However, lest you think bad of me, we did allow the kids to sample some of the local cultural delights too. And chief amongst them was the Giant's Causeway.
It's a little while since I've been but, given that it's thought to be around 60 million years old, very little had changed.
That's Jamie and Charlotte's cousin Katie in the pictures with them, who looks after them so well when we visit.
That's the Giant's Boot they're sitting on above. Obviously.
They even had a chance to look in through the roof of the new visitor centre.
In case you're confused, it's built into a hillside and is predominantly covered with grass. (I can tell you're impressed and now want to take your family there at your earliest convenience. And if not, why not?) We did take our brood inside too, by the way.
Then, on Thursday, we left.
Charlotte was very sad. So was I, but my liver was looking forward to starting his own short break.
