My Diary: Sitting On A Mechanical Digger Instead Of My Favourite Chair

June and I woke in a chicken run.‭ ‬She has now placed all her eggs in a different basket and made a smiling face on her breakfast plate‭; ‬I turned mine into the fanciful entrance to Hades before giving Cerberus three dog biscuits and the mailman a false moustache‭ ‬-‭ ‬he promptly wound this up like a propellor and took off in a World War One fighter plane‭ (‬he was shot down flying over Moriancourt Ridge in‭ ‬1918‭ ‬-‭ ‬the actual circumstances remain unclear‭)‬.‭ ‬June had meanwhile gone shopping,‭ ‬ringing me from town with the Ordnance Survey coordinates for a dip in the pavement.‭ ‬A little while after we had returned I had to go to out again to pick up a mechanical spider to help the invertebrate metamorphosis of our Miss Muffet garden.

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