As is often the case this time of the week I got out of bed very early; I imagined black figures against a black background moving invisibly before turning on the torch and making a striped tie for the garden (I only found out later that it only wore t-shirts – plus thermal vests during the colder months). I visited the old magician who pulled a breakfast out of a top hat; I meanwhile pulled a Hindu goddess out of one sleeve and eight pairs of gloves out of the other. We exchanged gifts and I came home in the company of a leading representative of the tree people. We had a lot in common except only he could be cloned. I mentioned I used to dress like Jesus and then walked round a puddle. June was feeling better and phoned me from a lily pad in the Sargasso Sea.