A bad workman blames his tools. I blame the tools. Usually, I play the piano like Les Dawson but today I played a beautiful piano and didn't play a single wrong note. It was exam day for a few of my pupils and one was so nervous she insisted that I accompany her. I did tell her she might do better with a 'proper accompanist' but she was insistent and I'm so glad I did it. She looked sick before she went in but came out with the most enormous smile. They all played really well today and I hope they get the mark they deserve. It's very nerve-racking putting pupils in for exams. As usual, I turned to stress baking for comfort. Magic Star cupcakes.
A nice treat for after the exam. Then I came home and ate my bodyweight in Ryvitas. Hopefully, the result will arrive tomorrow and I can eat a little less. One of my pupils always hopes she is going to get 'an extinction'. That seems a bit extreme to me. A pass or merit would be enough.
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