See you’ve painted it neon yellow, even changed the hand-on-hip handle. Like an umbilical cord now. You clever, mad potter! Hot off the wheel. Impressive.
Love your wax seal. Knew it was you.
Fond memories of the tea party, shared lashings of custard from that milk jug. You hired the ice-cream van after all!
You drinking again, at The Rabbit Hole?
So much cardboard and box for such little pottery. Bundled up in my apron, tablecloth, all that bubble wrap and miles of string,
Oh, Potter! Nearly dropped it. Nearly smashed it. Swiss Army knife fell out. One too many parties. Desert island with jug next. Will take knife, safe there, worry not.
Shame your mother’s Baltic bracelet broke. Have spilled amber beads as requested. Need some to trade with. The insects have now been set free. As requested.
Must dash – I’ll be late
Alice
PS. Took your advice, ditched the hairband