For the third night in a row I didn’t sleep. The vampire who lives in the boarded up house on the edge of town was parading around the garden holding a candy pink parasol. He dexterously navigated the neon stalagmite garden ornaments and was later to be followed by a replica of the Golden Hind propelled along on eight pairs of little feet – oddly all but one pair were wearing Disney character slippers (my best friend Athena said that its remaining bare toes were used to play the grand piano hidden in the compost heap). June got up late with a kaleidoscope head which she shook periodically to compose new thoughts. Unfortunately one of these thoughts concerned going to town in the pouring rain with me holding a shopping bag like it was a new born child.