Another big black spider day with multiple arms and legs for disgruntled people to crawl along. I took the Tightrope Express to town, taking care to keep my bat wings hidden under my bobble hat.
I was as busy as the face of a clown all day, with only short breaks to climb the straw out of the milk shake. After a day digging coal in the larder I was annoyed when the business man in his railway track suit criticised my imaginary guitar playing.
I trudged to town with a sack of biscuits on my back for the eleven o’clock tea break. I soon became the slave of the stickman and placed grey holes across the alphabetical floor according to size and seniority. I came home with a flower pot on my head (hiding my straw ears).
Terrible weather again. I planned to clean the teeth of the crocodile I call my garden but I had to stay inside the old Arab’s tent for most of the day. The invisible ones played the ancient games while I painted a realistic portrayal of flying camel droppings.
I woke to a sky full of jelly fish tentacles, some with stinging cells and some with boiled sweets. I couldn’t attempt to find the source of a mighty river so I stayed inside painting pictures with seaside rock. When I went back into our bedroom to find the time I was surprised to see a mannequin wearing my pyjamas.
I sat early in the day on the divan called the English countryside. Unfortunately I had to come home to wear the urban fur coat. I managed to tie a number of rubber bands together before going out to cast shadows in the bright light.
Today (as I woke tied to a tent pole) I wanted to navigate a new river like a vein in my head. Instead, I painted two thousand portraits of myself, only one of which was smiling. After flying my flag at half mast I went out in the evening to be a false tooth in an open mouth.