Last one...

The last Tunnocks. My son has demolished them too. When we're in the Dordogne again, we'll have to stock up.
Last lot of lessons this evening until the 9th of November, then when I've finished typing this I'll need to sent the students their homework. After the holidays I'll have one student absent, she's off to Kenya.
So this evening, with my first student, my voice went. I coughed and for the last 20 minutes or so of the lesson, I was struggling to talk. But this particular student is just speedy, so she's carrying on regardless. Which is great, but a pain when your voice is just disappearing.
Then before the following student came, I had some hot milk and honey, which seemed to help. So this next student is so easy going, so we have a bit of a laugh. Which doesn't happen with the first student of the evening.

If they were all the same, it'd be boring... Better get back to work...