There's a palpable excitment in the air - part of it is because we've had the first of the years dry days when you can sniff the coming of the dry season and the night sky is starting to open up as the humidity drops  and the dragonflies must be somewhere over the desert heading north in squadrons of silvery wings- its a way off yet but just that hint is enough to get the muscles uncoiling.

The other part is the Tiwi Bombers are in the NTFL  Grand final!  That' s Aussie rules! I went to the preliminary final last week with my 6 year old boy and the game was a ripper, lead changing back and forth, the Tahs big men trying to keep the ball away from the Tiwi fellas but that Tiwi mob kept coming and when they got a hold of the pill it was like lightning cutting up the field. The crowd was ablaze and at half time I bumped into an elderly patient of mine and we were grinning away at each other and hoping the bombers would carry it - they finished them of in fine style.

Now my dinner times are interupted with ' Tiwi!...Bombers...Tiwi" as the kids break in to a spontaneous chant.

Its going to be a massive Grand Final, the whole clinic seems to be going and it will be Darwin at its best - sultry evening, cold ones flowing and every man and woman, black, white or brindle croweded in at Marrara and yelling like Banshees!

Go the Bombers!