I got up inside an old fashioned camera and then exposed myself; luckily no one was looking. I had a bath in a cup of tea while June showered in coffee; this part of our relationship has never changed. I carefully smeared myself in brown sauce and laid on a bag of chips moments before June went out hand in hand with a petrol driven lawn mower. I followed later with the tentacles of a red giant starfish still attached to my Richard the Lionheart front. After a meal of a robot’s teeth in a concrete bap we both came home through the teddy bear swamp (by the rocking horse bridge) and I wrapped myself in the blanket of my studio; the movement of my hands forming a smiling face in a time lapse photograph of an electric arc.