I was with friends last night and we were laughing and joking, mainly at my expense, but the thought crossed my mind how much has happened in the last year. This was brought home to me even more because on Sunday the boy is off to Essex trials again. He has spent the last two years being sorely disappointed and said to me yesterday that if he doesn't get selected this year then he will not pursue his dream to be a professional rugby player. I hope to persuade him otherwise. At the end of the day our dreams are what drive us to achieve. I have given up too many dreams to let my child do the same. So any suggestions on how to inspire him if he doesn't get selected will be gratefully received. As for my dreams many of them have been assigned to the dream dustbin, although some have managed to drag themselves back out - altough perhaps they were never truly put there in the first place.