My Diary

It was a dark, early and very cold Christmas morning when June and I walked along the blade of a fret saw, she went straight to the heartwood but I skirted round the edge coming back later to walk the dog on the remains of the plank (my friend Peter flew overhead). We found a large black bird in the woods and crept inside, a log fire was burning and we crawled in glass test tubes to get warm. I sat in an old boot while the others practiced their take off routines for later in the day.

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