It was blistering hot as I learnt my little boy lines on the burning deck. I rode a chariot around a Ben Hur desert before parking it in a Charlton Heston oasis. After all the choral singing plants were watered June and walked to town with large wheels on our heads to speed our way through the underpass - it has been said all miracles now occur in underpasses and I recalled being spoken to by a stand in for Mary Magdalene. June and I parked our tandem ladder and had a lunch of reconditioned sofas and easy chairs: as usual she chose a plain suite and I went for a floral pattern. June stayed in town to question the meaning of multiple existences while I came home to answer the phone to a cold caller - when June got in some time later I was found talking to myself in the fridge.