June and I both got up early in the child’s tree house morning, climbing between xylem and phloem before looking through the original “green man” window - it had previously been used by a family of little owls and before that for a convention of hamadryads. She went to town while I spoke to the water rat inside the plumbing system of a Vanguard class spaceship. I was annoyed when I found a lot of my paintings inside - some of which were already showing signs of genetic mutation. June was late home, having met friends in the Octopus Cafe (you get served very quickly but you have to hold your breath a long time!). By the time she got home I had moved on to moonlighting as a stylised water lily in a piece of Dresden porcelain.