My Diary: Avalanche On A Flat Plain

June left the house early for her work.‭ ‬I felt tired and took the imaginary lift rather than the stairs to our ground floor kitchen‭ (‬lingerie is in the basement along with the carnivorous deck chairs‭)‬.‭ ‬I walked the garden like Nelson walking the quarterdeck only stopping to give a French sniper my business card.‭ ‬When June came home earlier than usual we changed into stone flies that had recently emerged from their pupal cases and went out for a Venusian meal‭ (‬this isn’t as hot as a Mercurial one but lasts much longer‭)‬.‭ ‬I hurt by foot on the artificial turf of a bread roll and hobbled through a baked potato like a water buffalo in a rice paddy.‭ ‬June and I came home with salad days heads‭ ‬-‭ ‬although mine always has too much lettuce.

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