Saturday was Fleetwood Festival. I was so pleased with how it went. Everyone of my singers did fantastically well. I had one first-timer in there who was only nine, and she sang so beautifully. Definitely a natural singer with bags of musicality. The rose bowl was won by one of my young singers. I couldn't have asked for more. It was a very tiring day though and I was completely exhausted by the end.

The next day I had my singing lesson which went a treat. It gives you such a lift when you're being reassured that all is going well and at such a rapid rate. Caught up on some teaching in the afternoon and then I went down hill from there. I got the most stinking cold and was in bed by 9pm.

The next day I awoke to the most awful ear ache. I felt terrible. There was no way I could get the train back that morning. So I left after lunch feeling slightly more human. Cancelled my teaching that evening.

On Tuesday I had to go to school having taken a day off two weeks previously. I got through it but had to can cell my class in Hampstead. I just wouldn't have had the energy for that. Met up with a friend in Victoria for a catch up before heading home.

Today I woke up wheezing like an old fella. It's obviously moved onto my chest and left me with the most eye wateringly rancid cough. Attractive. Teaching all afternoon in Kensington until 7.30pm. Lets hope I last that long.