Marky Mark couldn't make it after all, so I took myself off to work on my own this afternoon. The weather was vile and the air was damp and cold, I really didn't want to be there long, so I didn't bother lighting the burner and just kept busy to stay warm.
I thought a lot about Luke while I was there. It's going to take a while to get used to him being away - Sunday dinner felt very strange tonight with just the three of us at the table.
When we left him yesterday, I had one of those moments that I know will stay with me forever. We said our goodbyes in the communal kitchen of his new home. Just before the door sprung closed, his eyes turned away from us and he smiled his sweet smile as he introduced himself to his new house mates, then, with that, the door clicked shut. It felt like the door had just closed on his childhood, we left him standing on his own feet, an independent young man.
It's been tough seeing him go and I feel sad for us, but so, so happy for him. He's worked hard to get there and this is the start of a really exciting stage of his life - and a new one for us too.
So there we go, I just need to get used to it, which I will of course.
Back to the pots.
The dishes that I made on Friday were ready for turning and decorating today and encouraged by the results of the pressed dishes that came out of the kiln on Friday, I did the best that I could with my squirty style of slip trailing.
I'll probably not make many pots now for a few days as I'm going to have a big tidy up ready for the visit of the Japanese on Saturday. I'm looking forward to a really good sort out.
Here's a little film of dish making and slip trailed chickens.
And today's sloppy slipping
Good night all