My Chilli Pepper has been on a stainless steel kitchen supply workbench for so long that I blanked out when I brought out my old Jen Ken for my friend to use to slump something last week.
When I last used it 2-3 years ago it was on tile then raised on fire bricks. Brain-dead me plunked it on my butcher block kitchen table and used it three times in the last week. (I also have no sense of smell, if that gives you a hint of where I'm going with this).
I went to move the kiln yesterday, and this is what I found under the kiln:
Morals of story:
(a) Don't be an idiot like me
(b) Wood burns
(c) Use all brain cells, and if you are lacking in brain cells, borrow some
--Gail