Morning at my new school, where I still don't feel entirely welcome. Or maybe it's just because my other schools make me feel so welcome and my ego has got bigger? Either way, I have to carry my drums really quite far and they make me teach in the boiler room, which is fucking hot. The kids just aren't as into it as they should be, in my opinion, but we'll get there.
From that to a private lesson (awesome), home for 2 hours to write, and then four more private lessons (first one: kid so nervous about tomorrow's gig, second one: kid not as nervous as he should be about tomorrow's gig, third one: awesome, fourth one: so much banter with the kid's parents (who have become good friends) I barely had a chance to teach).
Home by 9.30pm, tried to write, brain too tired.
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