I just need sleep. I'm turning into the character I played at the fringe for 26 days in a row. It feels like I haven't slept for 2 months.
Up early to pay my door/bucket money into the bank from the fringe stuff, all Scottish notes which caused a bit of confusion until the bank manager stepped in to clear it all. Maybe I just look shifty, or something.
Took Mum shopping, which was as stressful as usual. Even after a month away, she's very much in her own bubble. But I guess we all are? I mean, all I've spoken about for the past four weeks is the Edinburgh Fringe.
Then drove to Peterborough to buy a new kit. A small kit. Very small bass drum, but exactly what I've been after for a long while. It's great for teaching, it can live hidden in the boot, it's totally perfect. When I got home I set it up and fell in love with it's punchy tones and, even though I have a kit worth four grand, this £275 second-hand tiny kit could well be my favourite thing right now.
Taught my first drum lesson in ages, as always it's with Zoltan, who randomly also came to the fringe last week and we enjoyed beers up there. He's a top bloke, he's totally forgotten how to drum, but he's a top bloke.
A then cooked a lovely dinner and I spent the rest of the evening panicking about my schedule, and trying to sort it. At one point, three different bands were emailing me at the same time, booking me up for gigs, as well as all the teaching stuff. I'm totally, absolutely going to burn out soon. But on a lighter note, been booked to play a festival in Portugal next year, so it's not all bad.
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