First day back as Santa. The grotto isn't as good this year - it's basically just a shed. Last year it felt more Christmassy...there will be complaints, I'm sure.
Nice to hang out with the elves, got on particularly well with trainee-teacher-so-has-to-be-an-elf-in-the-meantime-to-pay-the-bills Rebecca, that killed the time whilst we had no visitors whatsoever. Not one child in to see Santa? But it is 11th November, I guess. Bit early?
They let two of the elves go at lunchtime and I was allowed to leave an hour early. As I was just down the road it made sense to pop in to see Mum for dinner, and she also had my sister over...having everyone in the house made the dog a bit mental with excitement.
I'm liking the new car already, mostly because it's so economical - the Volvo was costing me about £80 in fuel just for Cambridge stuff. In this 'new' one (it's still 17 years old...it's a Richards car, after all) I've driven to Mildenhall, Shelford, Huntingdon, St Ives and Cambridge in it and I've worked out it's only cost me about a fiver so far. Which is probably normal, but either way I hope it will eventually kind of pay for itself. The only problem being (apart from the boot not staying open, but I'll go to my garage mate tomorrow to fix that) is that it has a cassette player...and it's not one of those ones you can take out and replace with a CD player, it's part of the dashboard. I know there's things you can do with plugging your phone in and going digital and all that, but I've gone the other way and I've decided to get into tapes. It'll be a great way of getting me into other music - I'll pick up tapes from various charity shops, and listen to them all on long-distant trips back from gigs, and find new influences, and new stories from them.
And so now here it's where '50 Charity Shop Cassette Tapes: An Edinburgh Fringe Show' is likely to start.
My mum gave me 2 tapes today, too - a Roxy Music album and the best of Squeeze. It'll be fine.
Ended the day teaching at the lovely American family's house, where the daughter, aged 7, played the anniversary song for the parents, who had their anniversary today (the song they had as their first dance), in front of the parents, the piano teacher, the maid, 2 siblings and the grandparents, with a speech at the start. It was a song we'd been working on for the last few weeks secretly (before performing the very easy Ghostbusters to the parents at the end of each lesson instead) and I was the only person in the room who didn't cry. Being a teacher is amazing, sometimes - I think I tend to get more of these 'moments' than your average drum teacher, mind.
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