It was raining hard outside as I pulled an elephant ear off the bed (African rather then Indian although it could have been somewhere in between). I walked the dog along a tenon saw blade but resisted the temptation to count the number of teeth – if it was an even number I would have been proclaimed king. June spent the morning cleaning the scallop shell we have been living in while I coloured in the main sail of a yacht which had accidentally collided with the house during the night. I think it was their fault as we were travelling very slowly. I made a jolly roger out a cuttle fish bones and a pair of black tights and we all walked the plank to the Magic Roundabout restaurant. Both of our meals were of continental proportions and we drifted home quite late.