Hi there
Thanks for popping in. Picture the scene: you have been stood standing in the pouring rain at a busstop for about half an hour. Finally the bus rolls up and the people in front of you in the queue pile on. You’re the next one to get on, but the bus is packed full, and the conductor puts his hand out to stop you boarding. YMBFJ, you think. When suddenly he drops his hand and says “There’s room for one more!” You jump aboard, dodging the puddle. At that moment, at that precise moment when you’re on the bus, in the dry, out of the rain – you not only could kiss the conductor and tell him you love him, but you are flooded with a wave of relief and gratitude. Doesn’t happen often, to be honest. How often do we use the buses nowadays? But we did. Well, I did. Used the trams and the U-Bahn in Nurnberg too, when I lived there. It was by far the best and cheapest way to travel.
Why am I talking about this? I’m not sure. Ah yes!! I was stashing and storing my fresh, still to be fired pots in the kiln early this morning, and took an aerial shot with my phone camera….
Ah! I thought. There’s room for one more!! Hence the bus daydream.
But why was I filling the kiln with pots that aren’t ready to be fired yet? Well, because the weatherman told me that the roof is going to probably blow off , and I decided the pots will be safer in the kiln. Hahahahaha. Like I would give a dead bat’s arse about the pots if my roof blew off !! I’m sitting under the roof writing this!!!
You see, this is what happens when you spend your time alone. The mind takes you on trips – whether you want to go or not! Loading the kiln with fresh pots in case we get hit by a hurricane is like when your mother said “make sure you always wear clean underwear – just in case you get hit by a bus”.
I remember when we lived in California, a car would drive around the area from time to time, with a megaphone on the roof, telling you what to do in the event of an earthquake. I always shook my head in disdain until we actually experienced a baby one – and a load of crockery fell out of the kitchen cupboards. We fitted child locks on all the kitchen drawers and cupboards then.
It’s certainly blowing a gale outside now, so I think I shall call it a day and get in the house. After all, it’s been here over 450 years, so I’m hoping it was built to last! The cats are curious. Erik was poorly yesterday. By the evening he was very wobbly, so Dave took him to the Vets. £150 later, it transpires he will be fine. Got into a fight with a bigger cat apparently. Bite marks on his back and leg. Infection. We never spotted it. He’s much better today.
Paul here – Barb has just called to say that she has had a power cut – but not to panic – the pots will be fine!
Love & hugs
Barb & Paul xxx