Keen to write more, as most people are, but I don't care if that means a few more late nights and energy drink-fuelled mornings. Did that last night, and this morning I was fine, mostly because 'new' school are so brilliant, everyone is onside, the set-up is easy, it's fast becoming a favourite.
Six private lessons followed (first one: cracking - the student, a policewoman in her late 40s constantly tells me how good I am at this, second one: I really get on with the child's mother, but I fear the kid himself is losing interest, third one: brilliant, as always - brilliant kid, brilliant family, my first ever student from 3 years ago and still, weekly, we find stuff to work on, fourth one: kid is a disruptive tearaway but his parents are grateful for my efforts, fifth one: student is doing amazingly and it's clear I'm running out of ideas, sixth one: fine).
Home, continued work on my Edinburgh Fringe diaries book, and the new show for Liz, before eventually sleeping.
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