My Diary: The Sense Of Responsibility Needed To Be A Captain Of A Cloud

As usual for this day of the week I got up in a crepuscular dawn‭; ‬June emerged like a flock of seagulls in my wake.‭ ‬I caught the big red double decker mouth moments before it spoke,‭ ‬getting coughed out and then swallowed again on the silent side of the hill.‭ ‬With the defiance of music in my mind I noticed a tablature of rooks on a roof top but sadly couldn’t spot the lutenist.‭ ‬As the aged and arthritic giantess climbed the hill I saw the spot where a procession of medieval mourners had stopped,‭ ‬having missed their connection to the church.‭ ‬I got mine and met the old man dressed as a royal barge‭ ‬-‭ ‬we sailed down the Thames,‭ ‬talking of motorways in prehistory and the archeological significance of ancient traffic jams.

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