Typical frantic Friday with the three schools - the one where the kids are nervous but friendly, the one where the kids are aggressive but surely mean well deep down and then the awesome school where the kids, if anything, question and challenge me a bit too much.
Exhausting stuff.
Fucking good money.
Private lesson with my favourite Spanish family...I keep telling A that when we settle down and do the whole 'having our own family thing' (which is totally a given by the way, even though we met in January, we're in this for life) we should aspire to be them and she agrees. So much joy in that house.
Evening had one of the strangest gigs ever...FH booked to play a private gig, an anniversary celebration. None of the other guests turned up, so we played the whole 2 hour gig to 2 people in a village hall and ate most of the buffet. One of G's final gigs and it was this one? An odd, bizarre evening that didn't feel half as bad as it should have done because the two who were there were actually really lovely.
On the way home in band people carrier, everyone was dozing off (apart from Gaf who was driving). Cat Stevens came on the radio, the song that was played at my dad's funeral. Sat in my corner of the car (back, left), I pretty much cried myself to sleep. Nobody noticed because they too were asleep, I'm glad this was the case.
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