I'm so out of practice with this whole journalling thing that I can't even remember how to start an entry. The keyboard is an alien surface beneath my hands. And I certainly can't explain all the faces out there staring at me, with an expression that says Where the hell have you been, Kelza? You just went quiet! Explain!

Apparently Kelza went on her week's residential with them there Prince's Trust guys. But she's back now, with all her limbs (plus some extra), a wealth of new experiences and a habit of communicating in third person.

So, yeah. The residential. I'm back from it. What have I learned?

1. Some people that I might normally dismiss as 'chavs' are really not that bad. This week I had the greatest laughs ever with people I'd normally avoid like the plague. No exaggeration.
2. It only takes two weeks to feel like part of a family.
3. Being a leader during a teamwork task is marvellous fun and a brilliant challenge.
4. Abseiling is bloody scary.

Yes, I abseiled. How far? Sixty feet, down a sheer rock face. I cried a bit at the very top (the scariest part), and then going down I was laughing like a madwoman, and occasionally cursing the physics that dictated if I sat upright in the harness I should careen straight into a cliff.

But that will come later. I'm going to write a memoir thing of my residential, because it certainly isn't something I want to forget. It may be a while before I get it up, so all I can do for now is assure you that, considering the many highs and lows, it was still utterly fantastic, and I'm sad it's over. Living with those people, every single one of them, has been an absolute joy. What a laugh it was!