The first kid at 'favourite' school annoyed me again, telling how he wants to learn guitar instead of drums because they're louder. Fucking not, mate. The rest of the morning was great.
Typical dash to the next school, shouldn't be a dash but they keep closing every road I want to drive on, but the two hours there flew by.
A couple hours' private lessons followed, both felt really strong and then A and myself tried to have date night but, after a lovely meal (which she cooked) we both fell asleep watching Friday Night Dinner on Netflix.
How have we ended up so old?
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