I got up wearing the wrong head; it took me sometime to find the right one as it was hiding behind the washing machine. June was playing the flute in the refrigerator after losing her voice in a vacuum flask just before Sir Edmund Hilary took it to the summit of Everest. I was exploring the deepest diamond mine in the World at the time and got very excited when I found a lump of coal. I couldn’t work in my studio as it had regressed into a child’s swing; instead I sat watching a frowning face finally smile. As the afternoon aged I went into the garden to stand quite still while marble statues ran around everywhere. I moved when they finally stopped, coming in with a garland of barbed wire and machine emplacements round my neck - June was cooking in a minefield.