June went to work with a thin vertical line spreading down her body. I was just thinking I could align her up with the church tower when a Super Sabre went over head during a Vietnam bombing run. My dolls house world took a direct hit but luckily the Action Man doll occupant was swimming with dolphins in the South pacific. The man who rung earlier arrived completely divided into two; I asked if he talked to himself much as another plane raced overhead. I then told him about a friend who could only talk in drum duets and he banged his tom-toms and left; I silently arranged the faces in a flower vase, fed the sea urchin coat stand and then burrowed into the soft sand off my desert island studio. June came home like a spider monkey falling from the hands on a six thirty clock face.