June and I started the day in a fruit cake of conversation (although it could have been a pudding). After which I got up with a glove puppet on my head, nodding this to the postman puppet as he delivered the mail we didn’t want instead of what we did. He pulled on his strings and then went down the front path with a Viking long boat stuck in his back. I looked at this and then up at a giant saw cutting the cloud with a silver lining in half. Neither June or I had to go out and we pulled a pair of tights over the house before our neighbours went by with legs as long as stick insects. I spun round in my roundabout study while she came down the helter skelter in a room full of cannibals - I rescued her later with a corn dolly in my mouth.