It rained today and I smeared mud on a glass pane and waited for the inevitable faces to emerge and then busied myself potting plants on an old table. In an unashamedly black mood I imagined the table being used in the past for dissections and midnight autopsies and pretended to map out the lives of unknown organisms with pieces of coloured string. Then as the grey clouds parted I saw the rain forest on a sheet of wood followed by a blinding white light which I suspect was caused by several people simultaneously having the same thought. June came home later than expected after having begged a lift from Gary Cooper who had ridden out of town two minutes before midday. I heard the train arrive and then walked the dog along the railway line before a later than usual dinner.