Terry Pratchett died yesterday. It wasn't unexpected, but still.
I've recently started attending the local church, since I'll be getting married there in about 18 months time. There's nothing particularly interesting about that fact, excepting that last night the sermon wasn't by the vicar, it was by a local music teacher. The subject was preparations for exams (apparently, it'll be the music exams this week), and she mentioned how often her pupils don't practice their scales and arpeggios.
I just found out my degree classification and I feel I probably shouldn't put this post off anymore.
I'm behind on this post mortem - what with a holiday to Scotland and me finishing university - but this is one that I really want to talk about purely because I did something I'd not done before.