Last night was so much fun. Could jazz be my future? Is this a sign that I'm getting old?
I really got a buzz out of writing at this year's fringe and that seemed to work too as I had a commission out of it.
Maybe PR the comedian and drummer in a pop/folk band is gone? To be replaced by PR the playwright and jazz drummer?
Being a playwright and jazz drummer isn't a bad combination, I guess.
Today we were supposed to be going down to Devon so Mum could view a house but somebody bought it yesterday so I treated Mum to a trip to the seaside instead. The dog played up and we lasted less than an hour there, and it's a three hour round-trip, but it ticks the 'good son' box at least.
Not being in Devon meant that I actually got to spend a proper evening with A, too. We booked a holiday to San Francisco for the next half-term, which is an awfully grown up thing to do.
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