Long-ish morning at the school in which the kids are taking my paradiddle (a snare drum-based exercise) challenge a bit too seriously and are now competing against each other with it. I mean - they're all getting great at it, but I'm worried it'll lead to bullying at some point. They're even going in at lunchtimes and practising, just so they can get the highest score when I test them, and then taunting the loser.
Took Mum for a longer shop than normal as I wasn't at the college, so she managed to get some of her Christmas shopping done.
Then off to Norwich for the final FH gig with G. Almost felt like the final gig ever in some ways, but we'll see. After Saturday's anger and outbursts we were all a bit wary but actually it was lovely, everyone was in a good place I think and the gig was...pleasant, and stress-free. Just like Norwich as a whole, it's sleepy but very nice. I mean, totally emotional (as soon as the gig was done I found myself with V crying into my chest for about 5 minutes) but it was a great performance and a fitting end to our time with a complicated, but great man, who I'll miss working with.
Then the fucking A14 was closed and it took us HOURS to get home.
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