Today is fake Day 196. Don't tell anyone. It's tiring, taking a class of three people. Jeeeees! It really is. We need to find a solution. It was good, though. It's intense for the people in the class, but they really do get a lot of stage time, which has to be good. Excellent group today. Small, but ace as you like.
Now I'm REALLY tired. And REALLY tempted to watch the second half of Silent Witness. I love that programme, I do. I also love Midsomer Murders, and there's no excuse for that. Aah, the pleasures that we find in things.
I had a free go on Victoria Sandison yesterday. That was unexpected. And very nice. Somebody is cackling outside my third floor window. Let's hope it's a neighbour on a roof terrace, not a ghoul. Maybe I'll ask. I had a whole hour and a bit of free Vic and I'm very pleased about that.
I was thinking about Steve Wheeler today. He wanted a blog mention ages ago. Here it is, Roof-Fox. Would be great to catch up. Right now, though, the thing I want more than anything in the world is a warm bed and a Tardis night - not many hours, maybe, but very concentrated, bendy-time sleep.
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