So many ideas for books I want to write. No fucking time.
Yet another school wants me to chat to them about teaching. I reckon, somewhere locally, a drum teacher has retired and my reputation is good, or something like that, so I'm being offered these meetings.
Morning at the regular school was fine, everyone on good form, and then blazing row with Mum about the fact that she missed her sister's funeral last year and it was all my fault because I was at the Edinburgh Fringe. The usual. She calmed down later and tried to give me a tenner for some reason, not sure why. She's a concern, but she's my mum and I'll do anything to try and help her.
Private tutoring at the college was lovely because the student is so challenging and won't give in, despite getting the intro to an OK Go song wrong for half an hour. I enjoy tenacity. The college felt weird, somehow. I'd forgotten (okay, lost, but don't tell them this) my pass and the new person on reception initially refused to let me in, and then another teacher wouldn't let me out of the building. I get security, and all that, but if it wasn't for Liam the English teacher, I'd probably still be there now.
Private lesson after was good fun, another student who is developing quicker than my lesson plan had predicted, so we ended up playing jazzy stuff. The first song from La La Land saves me a lot on these occasions.
Then off to the beer festival where it took me half an hour to walk from the station, then queued for twenty minutes to get in, then another 15 minutes to get a glass, so by the time I got in I didn't have that much drinking time. Went straight for the 9% beer and had a lovely time in good company/got a bit drunk and mentioned the fact that A's engagement ring cost more than my car FAR TOO MANY TIMES.
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