Where did that weekend go please? No sooner had I set foot on North East soil then it was time to come back.

The journey up was best described by Mr Gilwood, and I fully concur. It was crap. It was like rush hour tube hell, but for three hours. It was not fun. I almost had to kill a Scottish man for thinking it was appropriate to squeeze past all of us in order for him to buy 8 cans of Stella.

All was forgotten once my mam made me soup, and I hit my bed. Saturday I went to see my cousin and his new week old daughter (ohhhhhhhhh so cute and weeny and lovely), and then killed off any broodiness by going out for lunch/lots of wine with my mates. Until, um 11pm. I got the usual "when are you moving home" conversation, which is always fun... I dearly love my friends, but until I'm married, with my own house and based in the North East, no-one will ever believe I could be happy.

Sunday I spent with the parents, and then the grandparents, and then watching the Reading Festival on BBC3 and getting overexcited about going to Paris in 2 weeks to see Pearl Jam. I cannot fecking wait. Eddie Vedder looked and sounded so good. I love it when I'm excited about seeing a band, there's no feeling like it when you're counting down the days till you hear them. I was half glad, and half envious about not being at the festival. The romantic side of me misses being in a field with beer and bands for 3 days. The practical side of me knows that I'd be tired, dirty and be feeling very very old, and possibly rather ripped off given all my previous festival experience. Maybe I'll go back one day. Maybe I'm too old school.

Monday I spent on the required pilgramage to Tesco. I understand Tesco is not ethically sound, so I have some elements of guilt, but I flippin love the place. It's my guilty pleasure - everything is so so cheap. I bought some bedding and a cake tin and a pair of trousers. I could have gone so much worse. It's ridiculous, I turn into a mad banshee spending woman in that shop, I really do. Luckily I can't go too mad as I still have lug the purchases back to London.

Then I went to the match. Enough has already been said, it was marvellous. I love Quinny, I truly do.

I wasn't so happy to return to London this time. But I'm still down here, so I guess something made me come back.