I got up some time between early and late and went downstairs with a pronounced sitcom face. June was a fly on the wall documentary and we watched television screens shaped like armchairs over a breakfast of exclamation marks: ostriches participating in Prime Minister’s Question Time was switched over half way to scenes of water pouring from a jug on top of a mountain and filling a glass at the mouth of a sea. After making a spiral out of plastic question marks we went to lunch. June reminisced about her time as an artificial leg on a polymathical centipede and I remembered that thirty eight years ago I said “goodnight, swatted the light and turned off the fly”. When I said goodnight again a rabbit was heard jumping on top of a sandwich maker.
Gerald's Rather Strange Diary 