I had nails (of sorts) on my fingers at 5.30 pm last night; by 7.30, they were in shreds.
The final game of the competition and the decider, the one on which it all - the championship, Triple Crown, Grand Slam - depended. And the tension lasted until the final whistle.
Five minutes to go and Stephen Jones kicked a drop goal putting Wales in front. Minutes later Ronan O'Gara did the same for the Irish. Then when we thought it was all over, Wales were given a penalty and Stephen Jones attempted a kick, from almost on the halfway line, to win the game - and the Triple Crown. He missed and it really was all over.
To be fair, and you know me, I'm not in the least bit biased, Ireland deserved to win, so congratulations to them on doing the Grand Slam for the first time since 1948. The fact that the cameras kept going to Jack Kyle, a member of Ireland's last Grand Slam-winning team helped. Ah, bless him, I kept thinking: wouldn't it be nice for him?
But it's been a funny old competition with erratic performances from every team. And there isn't one side that you could imagine consistently beating Southern hemisphere sides. But we've got a couple of years to continue to improve before the next World Cup.
The British & Irish Lions don't have so long to prepare for their trip to South Africa: they set off in May. The good thing is that S. Africa is roughly on the same time zone as us so we won't have to be in the pub at 9 o'clock in the morning to watch the games. (They're on Sky and we don't have Sky.)