I'm sure I've said before; my wife started pottery classes at our local Adult education Centre, after three years she was still bringing home a multitude of strange misshapen lumps (these were thrown, not hand built) and I found myself wondering - "how hard can it be?"
So I started going as well, it's not hard at all, my wife is just crap at it.
As an aside, pottery is how I came by the name Ayjay.
Everyone in my father's family is known by their second given name - I don't know why, (but I could speculate). So, I've been known as John for all my life, although first name is Alexander.
I arrived at the pottery class the very first time and my wife said, "This is John". The tutor said, "Well who is this Alexander on my list"
After a few seconds of trying to explain she said, " I can't handle all that, you'll have to be AyJay, and so far as pottery classes are concerned I've been Ayjay ever since, I doubt that anyone there actually knows my proper name.
Ten or so years on I'm still potting, (my wife can no longer even attempt it because of her MS).
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