So how was it for you then? The finale of Miranda was never going to please everyone. Ride off into the sunset with Gary and it would be corny. End the episode alone with a broken Hart, sorry, heart, and it would make devoted fans who want to see the character happy more miserable than Morrissey on a visit to an abbatoir. 

Before the final pay-off the last episode managed to cram in plenty of laughs, although admittedly most of them came in a montage of old clips featuring Miranda shoving Stevie over. There was also a nice new shot of Stevie being zipped into a mouse onesie and a fight with a man holding a go/stop sign but, for some reason, as in the Christmas special, Hart steered clear of out-and-out slapstick. She doesn’t want to be taken seriously surely?

Instead we had special guests upping the ante, ranging from Gary Barlow and Heather Small playing themselves to Liza Tarbuck as a registrar and Joe Wilkinson returning as a dopey traffic warden. And with a degree of inevitability the ending came back to Gary – not the Barlow variety – with an added touch of Richard Curtis in the chase against the clock and the pop song quotes (they missed an opportunity for a spoof of The Graduate here, but you can't have everything). The mass prancing was good though.

It would be nice to say that this was a vintage episode, but in attempting to inject some real drama, tie up the loose ends and add in a heartfelt and worthy speech about body fascism it felt a little clunky in places. But Hart’s quizzical looks to the camera were all good value for money and the sincere direct address to her fans (which cannily left the door open for a potential return) took the, what I call, meta-comedy, to new heights. Such fun? Well, I guess it was most of the time.