My Diary: Sun Bathing In The Rain

June left the house curled up in a ball‭ (‬I pictured a dormouse curled up in a muzzle loading cannon‭ ‬-‭ ‬it couldn’t be fired by an act of the Icelandic Parliament‭ ‬-‭ ‬who couldn’t take action themselves by a law of the Sicilian Regional Assembly‭)‬.‭ ‬June uncurled at her hilltop rendezvous and waited for the arrival of the diagonal rain‭ ‬-‭ ‬as it turned out the diagonal was late but the vertical was early and she came home inside a birch log‭ (‬a paleolithic hunter gatherer with the commendable ambition of turning the log into a tug boat on the river Tyne was attached at the top‭)‬.‭ ‬After a hurried breakfast of childhood photographs I went into the cake garden just before King Alfred came along and burnt it.‭ ‬I came in again myself just before the arrival of the horizontal rain.

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