The two-week wait on the kiln was doing her head in. Once it’s in, it’s in—and that’s it. Nothing to do but wait, which she’s never been any good at. Hands already on the next idea before the last one’s finished.
So she needed something else to get on with.
Bro was coming down for the weekend, which helped. He’s always got something up his sleeve. Not like Tel, who’ll sit and watch quite happily but isn’t exactly firing ideas across the room.
They went to the art shop. Nothing wild—just a wander, small spend, see what turns up. It’s really for when Razz comes over. If there’s nothing planned, she’s up the walls in ten minutes, the house gets wrecked, and somehow it’s the adults who end up exhausted.
Bro clocks it straight away—polymer clay. Looks like plasticine, but he’s talking about it like it’s serious business. Mentioning elves. Of course he is. She lets him carry on. She’s already working out how many egg cups she can get out of a pack.
Back home, quick job first. The planters were doing her head in as well—top-heavy, ready to go over if you looked at them wrong. Bro’s solution: spray foam and gravel. Bit aggressive, but fair enough. They’re not going anywhere now.
Then that’s them in for the night. Telly on, kettle going, clay out.
Turns out it’s actually decent. Bit of foil inside so you’re not using half the packet on one thing—useful. She gets going on an egg cup. Just a tester for Razz. Little chicken with big feet. Comes out lovely, to be fair. Very her.
Bro, obviously, takes it too far. Full dragon. Wings out, mouth open, teeth, gums—colours everywhere. Absolute show-off. But not in a bad way. Just… reminding you what’s possible while you’re still making chickens.
That thing’s going to terrify her.
Still, that’s kind of the point. He’s not just messing about—he’s showing her what can be done with it. Gives her a few ideas without making a big deal out of it.
Tomorrow he’ll be off again. House back to normal. But she’s got something out of it now. New angle. Something ready for next time.
And when Razz comes round, she’s not just “Nanny”—
she’s got a plan.