Totally by surprise, I was picked up by a giant eagle this morning and taken to the tallest tower in the town. I then had to grow my hair incredibly long so that I could climb down again - eating cucumber sandwiches on the way. It was a long walk home.
I spent much of the day in the garden, where gibbons hung from croquet hoops and animal calls pierced the sky between the lines of elaborate stencils held up against it. I met someone who abducted aliens, even though no one believed their stories after their ordeal.
Today was as busy as a two headed day can be. The morning was composed of strange knots which only the very youngest could untie. The middle of the day was spent searching the urban wilderness for countryside riddles and during the female evening Ben and I discussed a film neither of us had ever seen.
A trip to the magic allotments where old men till their memories. It proved to be an eventful morning as a forgotten land was spied from the crows nest and starlings mobbed jackdaws at the top of the garden. Later, I hung from the ropes of an army assault course reciting the poems I wrote as a child.
This was going to be my “dance with white draperies day” but I ended up trudging along like an old digger. I shuffled my own cards and dealt myself a deck which preoccupied my mind when I should have been just a silver flash on a knife bright morning. In the later pages of the day I found a snail shell and went to sleep in it.
I fluttered to town quite early, feeling like debris in the spiral machine that rests on the ground and reaches for the sky. The dinner time was spent discussing mutual ancestors with one of the cyclops and I came home in a mule train. Ben gave me an American beer when I arrived dressed as a silk moth caterpillar.
A day spent with a bird cage as a hat and a cape draped round my shoulders. Shadowman and I worked out a number of strategies to rescue Cinderella who was pressing faces onto pillow cases. In the end we decided to build a channel from a remote farmhouse to the sea.