We got up quite late, positioned as we were on the edge of the plate like two slices of fried bread. I looked up with tomato slice eyes: looking down was a female warrior with a sword - I would have mentioned this to June but she was in the process of placing two fried eggs on her temple. I would then have drawn a face disguised as a torso if all the paper hadn’t run off with a stray sheep dog and two legs hadn’t emerged from someone else’s handbag and started to scurry towards the door. We immediately found ourselves in a wood, the far end of which had a very large stained glass window. An angel dressed in white emerged from the prismatic background and floated towards us a foot or so above the leaf litter - remarkably there was more than five species of woodlice in the leaf litter.