I dreamt I was falling and painting little signs on rose petals as I did so; I woke with a crash but there were no petals. I arranged my brushes into little soldier rows in my sky watching studio and then went out into the garden. The statues were naked but the people milling round discussing the reemergence of a two faced idol were fully clothed. I picked up scraps of paper with my name on them but banished them to the compost heap - Janus was stood at the top of the garden talking to two neighbours at once (one of which had just found out she is pregnant - everyone is blaming the song thrush but I suspect the hedge sparrow). After accidentally walking in and out of someone else’s dreams June and I went out to lunch.