I went on a 50s themed camp this weekend but totally cheated. When the opportunity came up to avoid staying on a top bunk in a room of eight and stay up the road at a friend’s house instead I was packed and ready to go in seconds.

You’ve got to understand this – Labour Weekend is my favourite weekend every year. It’s all about community, silliness, relaxing and not enough sleep. I’m so into 75% of those things, but I’ve never been good operating on limited sleep. There are people who are at their best when they’ve been up for 72 hours straight – I’m not one of those people. I prefer not to be around them after the 28 hour mark… for both our sakes. As I write this I’m scaring myself about what an introverted nana I’m sounding. I love people, just not all of you all at once and especially if I’m tired.

My home away from camp away from home was awesome. There was juice in the morning, a great DVD collection (the type that made me proud to be their friends) and a friendly cat. Vince and Kylie are lucky they don’t live in my neighbourhood or they might find me on their doorstep every Saturday morning. 

Arriving home was magic too – a quiet house, a nap in my own room, a forgotten packed of treats on my desk and just enough aloneness and silence to prepare me for human contact again.

Weekend rating: 11/10. Nice one, Edge Kingsland goes to the Beach. With outfits like this we could have our own themed reality TV show. A cross between one of those historic survivor type shows and a famous five adventure.