Before I go into my eventful day I should thank everyone for your contribution in suggesting names for my monkey! The shortlist at the moment is (in no particular order): Gibson, Milo, Mango, Chester, Fynn, Skidrow, Billy-bob, George, Jiminie, Jacoby, Chandler and Gershwin. Tomorrow I will make the decision but keep giving me suggestions and let me know what you think about those possible names.

Today, as with all Thursdays, was a day of doing foundation subjects. Religious studies involved learning about assemblies (or collective worship as they are now called.) The tutor did an example of an assembly using Winnie the Pooh characters and reckoned I looked wise and so was Owl. I think being Owl is quite a compliment!

In music we did a bit more than play games and sing songs this time. We learnt about how to teach children the basics of rhythm and how to use our hands to signify different musical notes. I can now sing certain songs and sign all the notes in it at the same time. I always think that I am useless at music but I realised I’m not that bad as I can actually read music and I’m fairly good at keeping a rhythm, at least in 4/4 time anyway.
After a spot of lunch it was time for an art lesson. This time my lack of artistic skill really came out when we were told to extend a painting. Mine looked dreadful, worse than anyone else in the room. The tutor looked a bit annoyed at my incredible lack of skill. Art may well be the subject that I ask for further support on in the future. Next we talked about mixing colours with paint and then made a rainbow pattern my mixing different colours. Even I could manage this.
I then voted in the local election. I choose to vote for the Liberal Democrat candidate because he was the one who doesn’t want university fees to be increased and is very much into being environmentally-friendly. With any luck he may actually have been voted in, I shall let you know when I find out.
Finally I managed to pick up all my stuff and make it onto the train. I came home today! The train journey was horrific thanks to the fact it was the beginning of rush hour and was packed. And that I had two idiots sat near me, one who broke his phone by attempting to put a memory card into the sim card slot.
So now I am sat in my bed in the town I’ve spent most of my life in. But it feels different. It’s not the town or the house, it’s me. I’m not the same person who left here nearly a month ago. I’ve become more confident socially and more adult in my general outlook. I am independent now, I’ve cooked, washed crockery and clothes and generally looked after myself. So I come back under the wing of my Mum and Dad feeling different. I am an adult now and that’s something that can’t go back. But I guess it’s a good thing…