My Diary

June went to town wearing a hessian sack and carrying an apron full of coal. She started the trip with over a dozen separate lumps (at least one resembling a pug reading a newspaper) but apparently reached the town centre with only two in her hands and one behind her ear for later. I was left at home to draw red hearts on green leaves and walk Poppy alongside the striped pyjama railway track The postman drummed on the door with a flower garland; most of the mail was for for June although I did get an invite to a motor vehicle convention where I imagined everyone wearing automobile hats – I would have to be different though and dress as a traction engine. When June got back (with her shopping in violin a case) I made a chalk line on the floor and we both jumped over it.

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