I was up very early, June wasn’t feeling very well and laid in bed watching the screen that suddenly appeared. I took a trip on a pink flamingo and arrived in a small sitting room with a book of records. We broke all we could and then donned masks before the launch from the hidden fireplace. On returning home again I found June lazing on a rock with rusty chains disappearing underneath the water. The mad Mexican danced on an oval mat and I searched my pocket for the time.