I sat in the shrubbery painting tiny targets on my nails and watching the dog try on a dress several sizes too big. June went to town shortly after, closely followed by a family of cannibalistic clocks - luckily she wasn’t wearing a watch. I was even less organised than usual and had a bath walking down the street, Poppy came down behind holding a towel. I was busily playing team games on my palette when June contacted me using rose petals borrowed from Heliogabalus. I followed the scent to town, collecting the entrails of a mechanical yak and the spare wheel from the wreck of the HMS Campleltown and then walked home, looking into every hole in the ground as I did so. However I was still surprised when a pair of empty hands emerged from an overgrown roadside hedge.