So much for fixing it the other week, the computer has taken on a mind of it’s own as is their want. So I can’t get the pictures off my camera at the moment and nor can I compose a new email, I don’t think the two are linked but you never know with these beasts do you.
Each day for the last week or so I have had to be restacking bags of clay. As the once neat and tidy stack of bags defrosts it is all getting heaved and shoved about, a bit like a miniature plate-tectonics really (which I love anyway, volcanoes, subduction zones, oh GCSE geology I loved it), and I find a dozen or so bags unceremoniously dumped on the floor each morning. Well it’s either that or Alan’s having a laugh.
I have been contemplating getting my pug mill cleaned out and fixed back together but never quite get around to it. The defrosted clay though I have discovered is pretty yuck, the bottom of the bag is like slip and the top is like brick. I know I could just wedge it all extra well but there’s a ton of it, makes you quake at the knees with the thought. I brought an extension lead into work today as that has been one of the reasons never to get around to starting it up. I cleaned out the white clay that was in it and then plugged it in, realising as I did so that I didn’t after all need the extension lead. It worked! So I started pugging the defrosted clay in with my bucket-fulls of reclaim which has been sitting there for what feels like years. I should have stopped about about 8 bags and a bucket and a half of reclaim but I was on a roll. Well I am certainly going to pay for that tomorrow, my muscles are aching already with all the lifting and shoving and pulling down on that handle. Ho hum, at least there is a good stack of clay waiting there and being just lovely.
Pots in their new homes
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