Still don't wanna talk about the football.
Up early, cracking drum lesson with one of my regulars - the uber-talented 7-year-old girl who just picks up everything so quickly. Really challenged her today with a massively difficult track by OK Go and she nailed it within 20 minutes. This is proper child prodigy stuff.
Got back, tried to save a mouse from the clutches of the cat, failed.
Loaded up drums and then over for a sweaty 5-hour rehearsal with Greg and band, which felt awesome. There's a bit of a buzz about that one; the songs are technically very hard, but the musicians are great and everyone is clearly very relaxed around each other with lots of jokes and we're all on the same page, humour-wise. I like this band a lot.
Then a nice lesson with one of my regulars, who is in the middle of GCSE hell, so has moved from Wednesday evenings to Sundays instead, which is fine. She's on good form.
Home, finally a chance to catch up with my fiancee. Which mostly involved grabbing the cat, closing the catflap so she couldn't escape and pulling a huge piece of grass out of her eye which has been causing her problems. It was a bit like being a dad...I didn't mind it too much.
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