June was still poorly today, with a heavily bandaged appetite and a light house fob watch resting on her tummy. She spent most of the day slumped in a chair among a real make believe audience while the two dimensional performers illuminated the room. I stood on the gantry reading the names on the arrows flying overhead - some I recognised some I did not. June wanted to know how many of the cavalry had arrows in their hats as if this was a sign of virility; I lied and said none, indicating with my delta wing hands that they were still flying though the air - I truly hope that some arrows never land and that some hats are never besmirched by any form of contact. I had to go to the dentist: I offered to be a lion and he offered to put his head in my mouth even though I was worried I would choke.