Yesterday's entertainment at the ceramicists place was a good day, the pictures were sorted, and a breakfast was taken. The work continued at home, checking lists, and recovering the files from the endless mass of files on the hard disc. It is so good that the things are numbered, comparing images would be blue murder.
At the end of the thirteenth the entry for the days blog was concieved in the mind. It is no longer there, and it is not here either.
The step from conception to the dream of accomplishment took place yesterday, and there is nothing to show for it but this excuse.
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