that I didn’t feel like this at the weekend. I seem to have acquired a nasty sinus infection, feel utterly rubbish and I have so much work to do and I can’t get an appointment at the doctors because I didn’t ring at precisely 8.30 this morning. And Paul had to go away first thing this morning so I have no nurse maid to look after me. I had some very feverish dreams last night about being in a room that was crammed with slipware jugs of every conceivable shape and size, probably because I was looking at a Michael Cardew book before I went to bed, and stroking Doug’s sweet little jug. I had fallen for a rather large and really blooming lovely tall honey jug that Doug had on his stand at the weekend, I decided if I took a certain amount of money I was going to buy it. Two things got in the way of the plan though as I didn’t sell as much as I had hoped and a very nice couple who I believe read our blogs bought it instead. At least I know it is going to a good home.
I went out to the cinema last night, I wanted to stay home and just go to bed but thought at least watching a film wasn’t too taxing for my poor brain. They were showing two early 1970’s TV documentaries one about Barbara Hepworth and one of Bernard Leach. I wish I had been a little more able to concentrate but they were really interesting. He had a potters nod to rival Doug’s did Mr. Leach.
I almost forgot with all the excitement of the wood kiln that I unpacked a glaze firing from my kiln and it was all good, every single piece of it, even top to bottom, blimey that’s a turn up for the books!