Not long returned from my trip to Cardiff, and it's nice to be back in Yorkshire (where God apparently lives - you may have heard).
In short, yesterday's visit to the Millennium Stadium was one of the most breath-taking sporting experiences I've been fortunate enough to have.
The game itself - which ended in a convincing 33-16 win for the home side over Argentina - was good rather than great. But the surroundings were genuinely awe-inspiring and the view from our front row seats was spectacular.
It was wet outside so they closed the famous roof - keeping the cries of the 53,000+ spectators literally under a lid.
And the Wales fans themselves, famous for their love of rugby, were as witty as they were passionate. I can't wait to go back.
Needless to say I had to pick up a present for Jamie, and a mini rugby ball was the obvious (and some might say lazy) choice. But it took longer to find than you might imagine.
You didn't honestly think I was going to buy him a Welsh one, did you?
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