I like Thursdays because I get to sleep in a little - my first teaching commitment isn't until midday at the 'other' school. I woke up early though because I'm worried about Mum, and the fact she probably needs professional help at some point.
I called her and she was totally fine, totally happy, today and not at all fussed about me driving her to Devon again - that can apparently wait until September once I've got Edinburgh/Finland out of the way. The ups and downs are all part of it, I guess (it being grief), but I'm grateful when she's up.
The 'other' school was a little frustrating because they need to decide how many students I actually have, it changes every week. It went up by 2 today. You can't expect a kid to be a good drummer if he has three weeks off from his 20-minute lessons, we're starting again, every time.
Three private lessons after were all glorious.
Quick band meeting with FH in the evening, in which we've formally decided to let S go and carry on as a four-piece. Odd situation, but she barely ever turned up to rehearsals or responded to messages. Little drink at a funk jam afterwards which was nice.
BBC people still like my radio sitcom, having not mentioned it for 2 months, and have more readings of the new draft next week. So many things happening, not enough me to cope with it all. In a good way.
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