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Greetings earthlings! I have just been for a jog, which reminded me that my level of fitness is quite horrendous at the moment and that after three months suffering from a sore ligament it might be a little while before I return to the peak of my powers.

When my sister-in-law Anna opened the front door on my arrival back at Chateaux Walker she was almost embarrassed to mention the comical redness of my face.

I had another gentle reminder of my poor lung capacity last week when we played the first game of office five-a-side this season. I ran around like a baboon for about one minute and 20 seconds then spent the rest of the hour restricted to an occasional sprint which was followed by me having to stand quietly in the corner waiting for my heart-rate to drop below 300 beats-per-minute.

Thankfully my task on last week required no running whatsoever - just a gentle swinging of the leg.

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I don't think I am exaggerating when I say that Saturday's was saved by the perfect bacon sandwich. It arrived at precisely 0945 BST on the morning of the show.

Up until that point, the day hadn't been a winner. I stayed up far too late the night before watching the second round of golf's and my two little daughters decided to rise like salmons at 0602 BST the following morning. When I finally left for work at 0730 BST in the rain, I dropped my TV shirt in a vast puddle next to the car.

After arriving at TV Centre, I did a little live interview with presenter Jo Good on 6 Music and then headed to the ´óÏó´«Ã½ News studio for an appearance on ´óÏó´«Ã½ One's programme. Sadly, we were understandably bumped because Premier League chief executive turned up to talk about the start of the 2010/11 season.

I then went to watch all the various pieces that were going to be screened on Football Focus with the editor and director before heading to the production office, where we "do our stuff" before the show. The bacon sandwich came into the room via the fair hand of production co-ordinator Rachel Paterson.

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Bonjour comrades. It's been a while but the season is upon us so I thought it was high time I got back on the blog.

Where on earth did the summer disappear to? I came back from the World Cup in South Africa, went straight to the and then all of a sudden it's time to dust off the boots again!

We kicked things off last Saturday at Elland Road with the first of what will hopefully be about 12 on-the-road programmes this season. The last time I was there, six or seven years ago, I was a last-minute stand-in for the guy on the public address system. I asked for a big wave from those sitting in what was then the Lurpak Stand and a few thousand people told me they didn't really want to! I feel we bonded.

This time around it was a much more friendly affair and we kicked off the season without too much fuss. I know people have very strong opinions about Robbie Savage but - whatever you think of the man - giving him a camera for a few days turned out to be a tidy decision and I thought that was probably the stand-out piece from show number one.

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