Well, we won. That's what matters. Not the best of games but tense as Fiji always looked scary. The fatigue from last Saturday's game showed amongst the Welsh players so it's a good thing they have a long break now before they play Australia.
And it was great to be there. It always is. You can see the game better on the television but you miss out on the atmosphere. It didn't quite come up to Six Nations standards - there was no band playing Delilah or Bread of Heaven in the stadium beforehand and the Welsh supporters way outnumbered Fijians - but it was fab.
Outside the stadium the highlight for me was seeing Nigel Owens (a charismatic Welsh referee) walking to the ground. I couldn't get my phone out in time to grab a photo so I had to make do with grabbing Husband and squeaking, 'Look, it's Brian ... Keith ... Nigel!' (I got flustered.)
Then inside the ground I found myself sitting next to Mike Day, an old acquaintance. Considering there were 71,000 people there it was quite a coincidence.