I got up early and donned my paving slab shoes before getting walked on all up the road. In a blinking eye reflection I caught myself catching a Seventies bus, my hair growing shoulder long in the process. I met a chess piece collection of people on a backgammon board and worked out some new moves before riding a petrol can to the countryside - I thought later like a fragment of space junk heading for a sticky fly trap. I met the old king old unmoved as always and drew lines on the ground as he danced to someone else’s tune. I came home for an appointment with a pair of hands and feet, getting stay at home work like a truant school boy. I recited my lines in the manner of an out of control freight train just after June came home from her last day at work.