So after a weekend of zooming around Kent (chiefly to visit a most lovely wedding venue where I’ll be doing a spot of wedding photography next summer) we returned to it being our turn to entertain on our usual Monday night let’s not do the pub quiz and go round each others’ houses for dinner and games night. A lovely evening as always.

Tuesday gave me just a little moment to catch my breath (while dealing with the enquiries that had come in over the weekend and processing photos for a couple of clients) before I headed off to the BIPP for a talk by Marko Dutka (the link goes to one of his better galleries – he said his website is in the middle of an overhaul which is good because it really doesn’t do justice to the amazing stuff I saw on Tuesday). So anyway, back home for 11:30pm to bed and up again in the morning for a Financial Planning course. That was one of those experiences where everything they tell you is absolutely obvious – but only once they’ve pointed it out. So that was numbers between 10:30am and 4pm.

Then, having had my wrist slapped (literally not figuratively) in the course, I moseyed on down to the bank to open a business account. I’d always been advised that a business account cost you money for every transaction while not giving any benefits. This is incorrect and there are lots of benefits. So that’s now open.

And so back home in time to go out for my Japanese class where I am still expected to be Japanese. As I arrived there was a bag out in the corridor, so on entering (first there, only teach present), I explained “Anata no kaban wa doa no soto ni aru to omoimasu”. We then had about 15 minutes of teaching including the complicated “So that X doesn’t happen, please do Y” before the class even started.

At least Merlin, recorded from Saturday, wasn’t particularly complicated.

So now my brain is full and it is time to breathe again. One good thing from the Financial Planning workshop was the time-management section. It is, apparantly, perfectly reasonable to write unscheduled time into your diary so that when you’re not being a Leicestershire Photographer you don’t burst. I’ll be doing that, I think!