I have four roadside alarm clocks but still woke up late on the pavement. After a breakfast poured directly on the table I donned a clockwork costume and worked all morning astride a skeleton called scaffolding – in some realities this surrounds a house. June and I had a race track meeting and were then rolled up and stuffed in hexagonal holes like honey (purportedly for working like bees). The pit stop was circling the Statue of Liberty when I sat on a cheese roll in an attempt to work out the gears. I finally got the engine going and had a brief trip out: circumnavigating the car park and then taking in the roundabout where young children evolved into old adults and the crater where overnight an interstellar shopping trolley had crash landed – complete with extraterrestrial special offers.