Immediately after jumping out of bed - with an ancient Greek goddess not fully emerged from my forehead - I invented a form of non moving athletics (although I still found this too tiring) and laid on the bed while June arranged dark shadows downstairs. I went down with blinding lights issuing from the eyes in my hands and then found my sunglasses and my keys. In the mirror I noticed my beard was slowly eclipsing a sun in the constellation of Orion: June wants me to cut it off so she can paint a zebra crossing across my face - so far I have shut my Belisha Beacon eyes and refused. I took Poppy to the footplate of the World’s first transgenic steam engine and the driver cut her hair while the fire man stoked the fire. As the fire subsided for the day we took her for an unscenic route walk.