I changed my name during the opening credits of the day but kept it secret from myself. June and I left the house as white marks on a white sheet and I photographed the water trickling beside the river before we had a hot drink and a cold meal - as usual I ate too much and floated out as an iceberg in search of ships. She wanted to decorate herself in autumn flowers and stopped off at the electric puppeteer’s place to admire his figures dressed like cross country pylons. I had to pull a splinter I had christened Richard the Third from my always bare foot before turning myself into a bridge which small plastic figures could cross on their way to a small plastic Valhalla. Much later I drew a squiggle face with fifteen eyes and gave it to the goddess Freya.