Up early (but not as early as A as she had an open day at her school) and over to teach a cracking, 2 hour, private lesson with one of my regulars.
Then off to Bognor with the band for a couple of gigs. Tension from the off, G not happy but that calmed eventually. Got to the venue, a proper spit and sawdust pub and about 5 people watching the music, but we went on and totally stormed it, winning everyone over. We're too good to let this go.
As the event had an early finish, we found a nice curry house and settled in with drinks and good food. V got upset about stuff, all the usual stuff, and left us - walking back to the hostel by herself. Her phone died, she didn't know the way, the whole thing got a bit stressful and then movie-like as we searched the streets of Hove for her. It all settled in the end but that was a fucking long night. Stayed in a hostel which, according to the reviews, is 'unsafe' and 'full of drug dealers'. Yep, saw them all. We were only there because the whole area is so expensive and we would have blown our fee on accommodation, so this was our only option. It basically felt like being in a prison all night, with a crying singer.
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