One of those 'how DID I get away with everything' kind of days. My schedule is at breaking point, and it should have broken today.
I don't start till 11am on Wednesdays (as much as somebody is trying to book me in for 9am lessons that day...I have to say no, I must), but I had to drop a kit off first thing at the new school for later then head to the regular one, which was fine. Although I'm clearly tired and missed the turning on the new A14 and pretty much drove to Peterborough by accident.
Took Mum shopping, which overran, and then mad dash to Cambridge for my final private lesson and then drum club of the year. Fortunately, nobody came to drum club (which had been predicted by the head of music, last day of term and all that) which meant I was allowed to leave half an hour early (and still get paid!) and make it to the school concert for my new school. My students did amazingly well under such pressure and suddenly I feel liked there, and accepted.
Then dashed across town, typically getting angry at cyclists, making it for the WAS band session with brass. It went well but everyone, all of us, individually, is knackered.
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