My Diary: Talking With A Great Western Railway Porter In A Church

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.

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