Tonight there is something very special happening. I have been invited round to a friend's house, where a group of us will play Monopoly.
This might not sound big to you, but to me it is huge. Perhaps you'll understand when I tell you this:
I was banned from playing Monopoly for about twelve years. Nobody would play with me. Even strangers had been somehow warned by my family. Ask anyone who was around at the initation of the ban, and they will tell you it was because when I played, I became a freakish monster, raging with capitalist ambition and cut-throat money-lust. But I tell you this: I was banned because I was invincible.
Time has passed. I am older. But I am nervous. The people with whom I will be playing tonight are kind, innocent people. Will I still be The Hulk of Monopoly? Or can I diffuse my inner Trump with the mantra, 'It's only a game'?
I don't want to be ostracised from yet another community - but I also don't want to lose.
And that, my friends, is the problem.
Maybe playing with my Muppets Monopoly set will help.