There are three pieces in there that I'm fairly sure are ruined and I just keep walking past it. Tuesday I opened it too early, heard the crack, and now we're not speaking, me and the kiln.

I know it's stupid. I know the answer is open it, wrap the shards in newspaper, start again. But I've been making handles instead, tiny ones, for a jug nobody asked for. Handles are the safest thing in the world. You can't ruin a handle for four hours.

Anyway. Tomorrow. Probably.