1. There is a cloudy blob of clear glaze (which A points out looks a bit like bird poo) and it has shifted from round to oval but otherwise, I’m happy with my Feisty bowl: the outside, with all its different colours and textures, is just how I’d pictured it. It is “un-me” but I very much want to do it again!
1b. A slab-building project reminds me of my early drop-in days (when someone was making a Barbara Hepworth inspired piece using a similar process). It’s nice to think how far I’ve come since then – and how reasonably straightforward this was to make.
1c. We disagree about the pronunciation of “clanger” – specifically how clearly the “ng” is voiced. It finally occurs to me to check the background of the different people around the table – unsurprisingly, the person who agrees with me is from Liverpool originally, while the other side are all from Yorkshire.
2. John shows me a flashcard app on his phone, knowing that I’ll get addicted to it. It’s not a game as such – no one is keeping score – just a revision/memory aid. John is testing it to learn his times tables once and for all, and by the end of the day, I’ve installed “shared” decks of cards on art history, chemical symbols, European capital cities, Victorian history and forageable/edible British wildflowers.
3. Singing the Mario theme while making dinner, I discover that holding the WarPan* in front of my face creates a lovely resonant variance for the bridge.
* the WarPan was named thus after my university housemate used it to tenderise some still-frozen chicken. The chicken came out of the battle unharmed but the pan acquired battle scars that are still part of it some 16 years later.
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