1. I wake to a magnificent golden pink sunrise – well, either that or Leeds is on fire. Whichever, the bedroom is stained the colour of a grapefruit’s flesh.
2. I throw (clay on the wheel) for the first time in about two months. I try not to think about it too much, to just let my muscle memory do its thing, and I’m rewarded with a series of even and thin cups.
3. The grenadine bottle makes a very pleasant glug-glug when I upend it into the tumbler.
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