On Sunday morning I woke up to this shiny thing.
Even Google wished me well.
Then it was time to pack up the car and make our way back to Winchester.
And as it turned out, it was something of an emotional journey.
When we finally got back to the house, I conked out for a few hours before being woken up and going upstairs for a natter and to catch bits of The Fox and the Hound and Rumour Has It. We then ended the weekend with a slap-up birthday meal: beans and toast.
It definitely feels good being 21.