I have the door down on the big kiln and the pots are all staring at me from behind the first stack of shelves.
I am no longer able to lift out the heavy shelves and Mark is off around and about today so I am waiting for him to come home and take out the shelves.
What a wimp you say.
Yes- I say.
I am too old to risk any more damage to my delicate southern self.
Now, I did get a load of tiles fired and I am working on backs for hanging tiles.
He's home and now it is dark.
Guess what tomorrow is another day...
Today - time for a beer!