June and I got up extremely early, she was a bay window and I was a double door. As it turned out the bay window opened first! I caught a multilingual bus from the distant future and asked for my ticket in fourteen separate languages; the bus driver only replied in six but handed me my change in dimes instead of pence. I contrasted this with my collection of Guinness bottle tops and then used these to buy a field of brassicas in case the people who land in the night are celestial rabbits. I spoke for some time with the Lagomorph leader: he told me stories from the past when an entire civilisation would rise and fall in the time it takes to walk from the cockpit to the cargo bay in a Douglas DC3 Dakota. I had to strap a parachute on to come home, landing uncomfortably on a pre-digital television aerial.