Are there scholars among you who know of the Mabinogion?
The Mabinogion is an anthology of ancient Cymric myths and mysticisms, a collection of lore and legend that goes back deep into the mists of time.
Before the druids, even. It is going to have a new chapter. Which shall be called The Miracle of Annie's Daffs.
Let me tell you of it. Eight - it may have been nine - years ago, Annie placed into the soil several dozen bulbs of the flower that is the beautiful emblem of Wales.
And how did her garden grow? It didn't.
In the first year nothing rose from the ground. Nor in the second year, or even in the third. Not a petal, not a stalk. Annie's daffs were not to be. They were forgotten.
But then in the year of 2005 out of the good earth there burst forth a profusion of yellow blooms.
Heralds. Divine messengers. But of what?
A Grand Slam, that's what.
Known to Annie is a Great Expert who told her a couple of months ago that Wales could not beat England, let alone all the others.
He became a great expert by always getting the results of Wales matches right but his power now was as nothing compared with the Archdruid Ruddock.
Wales could not win little slams, let alone historic five-timers without a line-out.
But they did and great is the rejoicing in the land. Magic, boyo. Magic.
While we're on the subject of legends, those that apply to Welsh rugby are otherwise known as Cliff, Barry and Phil. Only outside-halves are granted immortality. That's got to change, forthwith.
For now we have prop forwards of such pace and vision that they can get up on international No 10s, charge them down and then with sublime control and timing, steer the ball over the line and score tries that set up Grand Slams.
Gethin Jenkins's startling opportunism in the first half in Cardiff didn't quite compare with Graham Price's 80-yard effort in Paris a few decades ago, but the effect of it was monumental.
The late, great Carwyn James used to talk about playing rugby above the conscious level and his thesis was explained by the British Lions he took to New Zealand in 1971.
I think we saw it again last Saturday.
Now to another front-row forward, Brian Moore, who was sitting in the commentary box at the Millennium Stadium.
Was it my imagination or was Moore not enjoying the occasion quite as much as some? Can't imagine why he wasn't at Twickenham.
Anyway, the match was drawing to its close and old Pit Bull said something about Wales cruising to the Grand Slam. And Eddie Butler, with perhaps a catch in his voice, put him down with this massive observation: "Here in Wales, we don't do cruising to Grand Slams."
As Max Boyce might add: "they're 'ard, boy. They're 'ard."
* Michael Blair is a known Welshman.
