It was, to quote the man himself, "one of those weeks".
But even in the remarkable career of Jonny Wilkinson, the last seven days have been a bit out of the ordinary.
"I think I could write a long story about it one day," said England's rugby superstar.
But with the memoirs some time off, BBC Sport peers into the mind of the World Cup-winning hero for the abridged version.
Monday, 8 December
No time for kicking practice today, but there was a good reason.
Was on the bus with the lads for the World Cup parade down in London.
It was absolutely freezing. Can't believe Clive said we couldn't wear coats.
I stood at the back with "Hilly", trying to take it all in. I think I've got the wave down to a tee.
Loads of girls with banners saying they want to marry me and have my babies. Scary.
I had to say a few words in Trafalgar Square, which was just bedlam.
"Your brother knocks them back, doesn't he?"
Whisked off to Buck Palace. The paintings were impressive but it wasn't as good as Becks' place.
The Queen sounded like my Mum. We posed for a few photos, although the corgis kept getting in the way.
Then off for a bit more champagne at Number 10. Tony was in good form, but I had to leave early to head back up north.
Shame I couldn't stay for "Lol" Dallaglio's testimonial do, but I'm sure the boys had a few for me.
Tuesday, 9 December
Was on the mobile on the way home in the car when we suddenly veered off the side of the road.
There was a bit of damage to the front but me and the driver were all right. Fortunately Dad came to pick me up and take me home.
Bit knackered but went into training, then did some kicking in the afternoon.
Good to get back into it. Bit of a niggle in the neck but it should be OK.
Wednesday, 10 December
Couldn't believe it. Apparently the papers reckon I "cheated death" last night.
I flew down to London this time with Mum and Dad. Back to see "Her Maj" at the Palace to get my MBE.
One for the family album
She asked me how I was, which was kind of her. She seemed a bit worried about how I was coping with all the attention.
Then back up to Newcastle again. Could do with a decent kip before training tomorrow.
Thursday, 11 December
Got a fair bit of stick from the lads about seeing the Queen again. Did an hour or so in the gym but the shoulder still felt a bit sore.
Did a couple of hours kicking but then had to go to hospital to get an X-ray done on my neck. Fingers crossed I can play on Sunday.
Friday, 12 December
Spoke to the coach Rob Andrew and the doctor, who reckon it would be better if I don't play until they find out exactly what the X-ray showed up.
I am gutted. I'm desperate to play again. It's been three weeks since the final.
I have to go for another scan tomorrow.
Saturday, 13 December
Went back to the hospital. Some of the papers already reckon I'm going to miss the Six Nations.
Turns out I've fractured a bone in my shoulder. Don't know when - could have been during the World Cup.
But it still means I won't be able to play for a few weeks, worse luck.
Sunday, 14 December
Newcastle seem to be doing fine without me. This Spanish side Valladolid were not the greatest , but the boys still racked up 10 tries in the Parker Pen Cup
Good to see my brother Mark get on the scoresheet. Wish I'd been out there too.
Best smile for the Falcons raffle
Had to settle for doing the half-time raffle, but great reception from the fans.
Headed to the airport straight after the match with Rob. Had to catch another flight down to London - third one this week? - for the Sports Personality.
Everyone told me I was going to win but it was so nerve-wracking.
There were so many stars there, I didn't know where to look. Spent half the evening staring at Boris Becker.
Maybe I'll let my hair grow a bit, go for the spikey look. Or some blond highlights.
It seemed an eternity I had to stand there with the trophy at the end but at least Sir Steve was up there as well to help me through it.
Did a few interviews afterwards and signed a load of autographs. Couldn't believe the people who wanted to talk to me.
I think I've had enough excitement to last me a lifetime. Looking forward to a bit of normality, whatever that is now.