I swam twenty laps in my porridge bowl before I felt awake; the strange people who spend their entire existence scrambling within wall cavities had been especially busy last night. June dressed as Nell Gwyn stood outside talking to a man with a crane under his hat, he used this to pull his trousers up after participating in the ancient Minoan ritual of bull jumping. I had shrunk in the night so had to get a step ladder to reach the breakfast table; I counted eleven eyeballs, all trying to spy on each other.
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