1. Lily doesn’t notice when I first get up – buried under the duvet, she doesn’t even wake up until I’m back in the bedroom. Then suddenly she sits up, a nose nuzzles out from under the cover and a startled face, surrounded with bed hair, follows, asking the dog equivalent of “wtf? What time is it?”
2. The coils, thin stripey shavings of wood, litter the workbench around the mitre trimmer. (That, by the way, was beautifully the right tool for the job. The band clamps and v-pin tool were perfect too.)
2b. Finally getting the angles right so that it fits neatly together.
2c. I’m disappointed with nearly all my pottery to pick up but there are some nice bits too – the black and turquoise Egyptian paste round beads and the glaze test pendants, with some of the most interesting glaze effects I’ve ever managed to produce.
2d. I tag-team taking someone down over a self-deprecating, but sexist, comment about not being able to use a tool: even though it’s complicated and we’re just seeing it for the first time, she says she can’t use it because “I’m such a girl”. I start the protest with a generic “it’s nothing to do with being ‘a girl'” but my partner-in-crime picks up my baton and runs with it, saying: “you might think you’re just putting yourself down as a joke, but actually by saying that, you’re putting all of us down and you’re keeping us down.” Well said. (Plus, I love it when I’m not the only one protesting. And especially when my teammates are people not so obviously bolshy like me.)
3. I’m not sure it’s legal to eat macaroni by stabbing it en masse with a fork – each tube has to be threaded onto a fork tine and consumed individually, right?
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