I woke as a jazz chord and spent most of the morning trying to do something with my elevenths and minor thirteenths I walked myself and the dog along a bass line with the ancestors of the modern horse as accompaniment. I was late getting into my discordant studio, partly it has to be said because I was wearing a skyscraper for a hat (I didn’t realise it at the time but one of the cats was at the top). After an afternoon in an imaginary landscape where I sat on jagged rocks and sang to passing sailors I fitted my motorcycle head and raced off into the distance with my mind on the pillion - we eventually passed both the hare and the tortoise. June came home earlier than usual with the head of John the Baptist imprinted on her blouse. I blurted out ”Jesus Christ” and she said “no”.