Well, we did it and I am almost incandescent, nay incoherent with joy. For the first time in 61 years, Ireland won the Grand Slam. We also won the Triple Crown and the whole Championship. Glittering prizes, sportsmanship in all its glory, that was what it was all about. The Welsh team, mostly called Jones, apart from Gavin Henson, who is Charlotte Church's beloved, fought bravely to the end and almost pipped us at the post, but missed the penalty in the dying seconds.
To see the pride and delight on the faces of Brian O'Driscoll and his team sent shivers down my spine. It was a brilliant match, and of course, Ronan O'Gara was a wee star - what a man of character. I am still smiling with pleasure, though have less hair and fingernails than I did before the game started. That's it folks. Must go and celebrate.