I have cleverly removed a chunk from one finger so throwing pots is out. Handbuilding is still possible, with enough plasters on the finger.
Having never mastered the art of handbuilding neatly, at this stage I long to toss my pots in the bucket as they always look like monstrous misbegotten Cornish pasties. So this looks better swathed in plastic while it firms up ready for the next few inches.
While that was going on, the Mediaeval Baebes gave food for thought, inviting me back to a long-gone world. For example, what should one make of Adam lay y-bounden and its reversal which turns on the concept of the felix culpa? For that matter, should I be worried that I am more familiar with mediaeval Catholic theology than its modern equivalent?
The clay has been hanging around for some time and is a bit smelly. A fair amount worked its way under the plasters – I wonder if I’ll go septic.