Back at the school I struggle with a bit. Wasn't so bad today, I mean, still absolute total chaos, but the kids were at least drumming today. One kid wiped my drum sticks on his (clothed, obviously) arse and said "these are my sticks now." This is what I have to deal with every week there.
Then over to the other school, where everyone is lovely.
Drove to the middle of nowhere for one of my regular students, to see the parents had forgotten and the kid was expecting the lesson next week instead. Drove home, angry. An hour round trip for that.
Next private lesson was glorious, amazing kid who has now got a kit of his own and is totally going to be a brilliant drummer.
Evening rehearsed with Greg and house band ahead of the launch of our new night next month. Fun session with good musicians, easy stuff.
On the way out of the industrial estate where the studio is, I heard a man shout "Oi! You" as I drove by. I slowed down and could see in my wing mirror that I had clearly splashed him with a lot of mud. I nearly got out to apologise but...well, he was HUGE and VERY angry, so it felt best to just drive off instead, apologising from a distance.
I'd like 2020 to have less of these situations, please.
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