I got up early after a night spent at the bottom of a garden pond - I found out later it was someone else’s garden (although as every crying person knows, the actual water is universal). I caught the bus in the armpit of a fallen warrior at the battle of Thermopylae and travelled in the dragon mist to the water lily leaf I grew up on. I met the frog king and we talked of walls in doors and windows in picturesque views. We both blinked after breakfast and I came home before the bad weather started its charity football match in an unused area of sky (this had been previously been used for Women’s Institute paint balling and a pedestrian boot sale). June was stood in the sink when I got in and I dropped a bottle in a bucket of sand - I will watch if anyone comes to retrieve it.