3 and a bit hour drive home, which was mostly fine until I got to Cambridge and then the traffic was screwed, as normal.
Home by 1pm and felt overwhelmed by the amount of emails I have, some about teaching, some fringe stuff. Everything is so urgent, isn't it? I'm exhausted.
Slept.
First lesson of the day at 3.45pm with one of my regulars which was great, and then another one, and then another one, and then another two - a brother and sister lesson, whom I've had for about a year. You can see the sister is turning into a stroppy teenager and she hates everything, she'll stop wanting the lessons soon.
Then over to FH rehearsal, which went on till late. We've gone a bit country and lost a bit of edge, and I've gotten a bit grumpy about it all. I moaned to V about it a bit too much on the way home, but we've been here before, I'm sure.
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