Potter

Today was Mac class, "soup and bread for Meg" (at the same place as last Wednesday) and then the afternoon Mac class.
If anyone is veering towards a stalker type, and wishes the mobile number of the one who who you cannot take your eyes off, then please do NOT read this as I think you should not copy this routine as your life is too creepy. Here's what it is, as I waited for my (or Meg's not sure why I chose this name) soup I wanted to check the time, and my watch, needing a new battery, was not going to help. I reached in my pocket for my mobile, and - not there. Long story short, after tipping all contents of bag over gentle, unassuming, good looking guy, next to me I still couldn't find it. "Please handsome guy, could you ring my number to check whether I've really lost it". Ring, Ring. "Thank you so much, exceedingly kind". Later, looking at my phone, I've got his number.

This is in Orwell Arts Pottery workshop (Garvald) and Donald is throwing a bowl. Many, many talented Donald. Great.