I've only had three Magners - three! - and I'm quite sozzled. Perhaps not so much next time unless I want to wipe my memory entirely clean. Already I feel the night's events drifting off into an ocean (or, in my case, a puddle) of cider. To be young and Irish!

Thus my haste in getting it all down while I still can. Must not forget the good times. I really ought to just have a cup of tea next time round.

Anyway, the events of the night. I went out to the bus at around half seven this time to catch the 8:07 - which would have been fine, had I been wearing a coat and proper shoes. I stood there trembling for about half an hour until the bus finally came.

When I arrived at the Running Horses, a horrific experience - I couldn't find Jason, or Lee, or indeed any of the people who'd been there last time. I texted Jason, who confirmed that they were still on their way, and then went to wait outside - the place was full and there was nowhere to sit. I entertained myself much as I had while waiting for the bus - by reading Wodehouse's 'Carry On, Jeeves' to pass the time.

I really ought to refrain from reading in public. I became so immersed in the book that I nearly missed Jason when he tapped me on the shoulder while walking past. We went in and only then did I realise the true extent of the horror; there wasn't a table free. Every single one was occupied, and standing at the bar was out of the question as even on normal days, the bar is always surrounded.

The pub staff gave us permission to take a table and some chairs in from outside so we could sit. This time, there was only four of us - Jason, Lee, myself and a lad called Mel; their friend from London who used to live up here and did the Prince's Trust on team thirty-something. I can't remember which, exactly, but he remembered Vicky and acknowledged how life-changing the Team programme can be. He was a nice bloke - I'll have to ask Vicky when I next see her if she remembers him.

This time we didn't have long to wait for the quiz to begin.

Guess what? We won last time! By one point! But because one of our team members had been seen on their phone, we were disqualified. I just hope it wasn't me, accidentally checking the time. I whip my phone out almost automatically these days.

The quiz was a lot harder this time round. We struggled, but I must admit I kicked arse at the Catchphrase round. Lee and Jason would get up to scrutinise one of the nearby quiz screens and I'd already be writing it down.

I think we wound up with about 36 points. The team who came third got about 45 so we had no chance, really. Ah well. I was (and subsequently remain) inebriated by that point so I didn't miss the £50!

Time did that buggering thing again where it progressed and I had to leave. I said farewell to Mel and Lee, then Jason and I made the obligatory pilgrimage to the bus station.

"Ohhh bugger," said I as we walked, "I may make myself acquainted with the floor some time soon."

Whereupon Jason offered his arm (his arm! Blimey!) and said "You can hold on to me if you want."

I politely declined his offer (why oh why, Kelza, you bloody fool!) saying I wasn't that far gone but it was a sweet gesture regardless.

Then I wasn't sure if I had enough to get home. Well, to be precise, I fumbled for my purse and said "better check I've got enough for the bus" - and he immediately went for his wallet.

Thankfully I spotted him. "Are you going for your wallet?"

"Well-"

"You are! You're so going for your wallet! Well don't worry, I've got enough to get home. I just remembered the Job Centre refunded me yesterday."

I'm glad I realised that. Otherwise I would have been guilty for another three years. He's done enough for me already, these past two weeks. I really need to pay him back for his generosity, but how? I ought to ask. From here on, I owe him several favours.

At the bus station, I decided I'd be bold again and tell him how awesome the past couple of weeks have been. I think it's important that I let him know just how much I've enjoyed it - and I really am grateful.

I think he likes my beret. He said it first thing today and again at the bus station - apparently it really suits me. I was quite flattered - it's always nice to have your appearance complimented, but from Jason it meant so much. Hooray!

We departed with a hug, and then, when I motioned to text him while on the bus, I realised something.

I didn't have my phone. I'd left it in the pub. And Jason had said before I went that he'd give me a call sometime. How could I contact him now, or anyone for that matter? What if he tried to call me but got no response?

At home I had a second revelation. Had I written his number down in the little notepad I'd bought for people's contact details?

Turns out that, in a moment of foresight and genius, I had. I rang him up on the house phone and he had some good news - Lee had found my phone in the pub. Oh, the relief! I could have collapsed from it there and then.

He'll be meeting me at quarter to nine tomorrow to give it back. It may have been inconvenient to lose my phone but at least the ideal people found it!