I went to town after sliding the frying pan into the wound of a warrior crucified above the sink. It was reptile day and all shop assistants were either snakes or small lizards that dashed everywhere - if it was me I would bask like an uninhabited island but in life there is always a passing sailor to mess up your plans. I came back with small sections of pasture wrapped in plastic bags; some I gave to the rabbit and some I would later plough. June had to find a box with a bird in, I gave her what I thought was the lightest but it was the heaviest that actually flew away. She came back much later with a jungle hair-do I christened Indri although the natives call it Babakoto. We both danced round a plastic plate as the ancestors of all polymerised forests danced round us.