I surveyed the morning from scaffolding surrounding an empty space - there are no plans to build a house only a plaque with a promise written on it. I had to take the horizontal chair lift to town holding a half eaten paper bag for my breakfast; I measured my shopping and then weighed my walk home. Once inside, I painted smiles on the flight of stairs I went up and then wiped them off again when I came down; my hands full of old signs, none of which mean anything now. I put the signs in a box and marked it with another - sooner or later no one will know what this one means either. I had earlier found a photograph between the pages of a book showing two skeletons holding hands; I can’t imagine myself reading the book again. June came in holding a model of Coventry Cathedral.