Shit, it's July. Which still means I still have one Edinburgh Fringe show to write. I made quite extensive notes for it on Friday in Devon before things got...drunken. It looks vaguely like it could be a good hour. I've got three house shows, the first one next week, to make it into something.
The BBC people are still keen on my radio thingy, I'm back there next week which is exciting. Slow progress, but I did write it seven years ago so another couple of months can't do any harm.
Drove to Mum's and picked up the drums I left there the other day and inevitably ended up taking her shopping, even though that wasn't part of the agreement. She seemed happy enough anyway.
Four private lessons (first one - student struggling with the heat, we got through it, second one - kid had a total meltdown and tried to trash his kit, we'll try again next week, third one - awesome, fourth one - awesome) and then home. This heat is driving everyone, including me, crazy.
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