Feel more accepted now by my 'new' school, now that my name is actually in the 'signing in' list, printed and everything (not written in pen at the bottom like last week). The lessons were fine, it's early days there and there won't be a buzz until the Christmas concert next month, where I'll actually meet the parents and they can see where their money is going.
Six private lessons followed, which will be my routine now for Mondays (or five, in the alternate weeks), I need to turn down a few at some point but it's all good for the wedding pot. First one - new-is student but she's great and quirky and learning quickly, second one - great kid, fine lesson, third one - always my favourite, always joy, fourth one - always distracted but his family are great, fifth one - always more intense because he's a grown-up with advanced skills but we're forever improving him, sixth one - kid getting very nervous about the gig, but we're getting there.
Home, wrote till late, I don't care if I look exhausted, I'm still writing plays because that's what I do, yeah?
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