My Diary

The start of the working week which was represented as a sky full of small coloured circles; fancifully I imagined each circle containing the essence of a departed life – if I was a post-it note stuck to the door of a refrigerator I would say “I wish I was still living in the Sixties!”. June left for work inside a briefcase as I emerged from my Lockheed Starfighter cocoon with small oases in my driftwood eye sockets. The dog and I went out for a walk, each carrying part of the Royal Albert Hall and on our return I played the drums for a band of extinct mammals – I think the group was called the Heavy Skeletons and our first gig was at the bottom of the ocean several miles east of the Marianas Trench. June came back later with an unknown ocean in her hat.


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