I raised myself out of bed with several jet engines attached to arms and legs. I found a map of town on the top of my head and followed it. I had the briefest of times as captain on the bridge of the Queen Boadicca and then sailed serenely into a peopled evening. At the end of the day (and the year!) I had to be peeled of a laughing wall.
I felt ill and laid in bed as long as a vampire. When I finally rose (with organ music in the background) I walked slowly pulling sellotape from the corners of the room. I then sucked several seas dry and introduced a number of marsupial species to South America. After dinner I made several futile attempts to take our pet dinosaur out for a walk. My imagination flew like a pterosaur.
After taking all the snakes out of my hair I walked the plank to the shops, where I met my friend the water nymph, and came back with a horse’s mane. I pulled an ancient city from my wife’s chest while eating lunch. Later I found time to dance in pink paint before going to the dark hall - the music reminded me of highwaymen and dwarves stood on tall ladders.
I went visiting in the morning, earlier than usual and accompanied by my friend the owl king. After staying in the warm for a few hours I returned to the cold Anglo-Saxon camp where the hunting weapons were being polished. I ascended like an archangel in the dark afternoon and then floated down like a feather into my nightly wine cup.
I started the day by raising my arm like the dead warrior in Guernica. I then dressed myself in chocolate wrappers and squeezed between chinks in the wall. I tried to get back into my studio (which had been vacationing in the South of France) but the clock didn’t like it. At the end of the day my dinner was delivered by Viking longboat.
Another day away from home - we had to trek across the plastic land where plastic people lay with arms outstretched in a perpetual embrace - we then played with the baby and ate miscellaneous parts from a model kit. I dreamed of raising the dead while television screens duelled at a multitude of false dawns. I was worried by the amount of weight Poppy has gained.
I woke bereft of visiting Magi but saw instead a Walt Disney silhouette of June as she rubbed two sticks together to turn on the television. After an Italian dinner the family settled down to pulling magic tricks out of pieces of anaconda strewn across the floor. I studied the tracks left by a party of marauding red Indians while the others gleefully buttered a monopoly board.