June tied artificial limbs together to make a rope and then pulled herself out onto the hilltop campsite (tents were disguised as calves and clouds would have been lambs in a romanticised Spring time - I went there for a meal once but the vegetarian options are limited. Note to myself: make a hot air balloon in the shape of a seated Buddha). I never went with her, preferring to cover myself in lengths of orange threads, all different shades as I was so slow at needlework as a child. When my collection was complete I went into the ornamental thimble garden and kept myself alive by laughing; coming in after lunch to hide my signature with marks from the wrong side of a Persian carpet. June was home by then and amused herself by putting candles in electric light sockets.