Up early, refreshed, drove to the school, cracking lessons - One Step Beyond is a great tune to teach. It's fast, it's a struggle, but it's a fun struggle and I can get three weeks of lessons out of that one song.
Took Mum shopping, again - it's not about the shopping, it's about giving her company. She doesn't buy much, she just wants me around, and I wasn't around last week.
At Waitrose car park, my car broke down. Again. Third time this month. I kicked the shit out of it in frustration as Mum got a taxi home with the dog. Waited an hour, eventually called the AA. Starter motor has gone. Cancelled my college lesson, and one private lesson. This heap of shit is costing me so much money - don't ever buy a 17-year-old Renault Scenic. Awful, awful car. It was a risk that didn't pay off.
AA man got it going again but I wasn't allowed to turn the ignition off as the car wouldn't restart: it felt like a movie. Got to my favoured garage in time, they're fixing it tomorrow morning.
The garage is in the middle of nowhere; took a 90 minute bus back to Cambridge, manage to make it in time for what was my third lesson of the day but ended up being my first, and then did stand-up in a really awkward room where the audience looked angry and the other acts seemed upset by this. Not being arrogant or anything, but I fucking stormed it tonight.
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