Morning at one of my schools, where I currently only have 4 students (so it's just over an hours' work...we'll have to discuss whether this is worth keeping soon). Paid in a bunch of wages and then off to my regular school for a fun 2 hours, before 2 private lessons (first one: lovely, if with challenging song choices, second one: really fun, first private lesson for a student I'd previously had at a school (but he's now moved on to a secondary school) and it was superb) before over to Ely for final rehearsals ahead of new line-up gig with FH.
Sounding great, as much as I get annoyed that everyone tells me off, constantly, for being too loud. It's all fine, though. It was one of those 'leaving the house at 8am, home by midnight' kinda days - but that was mostly because, as always, V and I spent half an hour chatting in the car, outside her flat at the end. This happens every time I give her a lift and I wouldn't change anything because it's not just about being in a band in a noisy rehearsal room, we're really close friends catching up. Knackered, though.
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