I sprayed myself out of an aerosol can, missing the chair but making an amorphous blob on the wall - I christened this “Paris in the Carboniferous era” and then amused myself with the image of an early amphibian burlesque. When the curtain fell I walked the dog, as usual along one of the many urban paths where natural and man made merge. I think of them as laughter lines on a landscape’s face although I can never remember the joke. I came back to untidy my papers in readiness for tidying them up again and then wove myself a cocoon of (occasionally) cogent thoughts; working inside this until an unseen hand rolled up one ancient scroll and then unrolled another. I was pleased to find that June featured in the latter although, as always, I had to read the end of the story first.