Birthday. 38. I remember a birthday a couple years' back where I felt so immeasurably low about everything....career, being single, venue threatening to sue me, you know - the usual. It's all worked out okay, you know. Got a wonderful fiance, I'm in two brilliant award-winning bands, got a cracking new show that everyone seems to like and I've somehow managed to forge myself a career as a freelance teacher. It's all good.
Today was normal enough, both schools were...well, tired, as is always the case the lesson before half-term, the kids are just looking forward to a week off, but we went over some old stuff and it was fine. Next term is the longest of the year - seven intense weeks, which to a non-teacher won't sound tough at all, but it actually is.
Private drum lesson after was lovely, and then over to Mum's house for birthday dinner. A came over as well, the dog went a bit mad and everyone had a lovely time.
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