My Diary: The Yacht’s In Trouble

I climbed out of the tree house lavatory holding my tummy.‭ ‬It took three trips to town to fully reconcile all the differences between the various clans who purportedly live in sundry items of flat pack furniture in our bedroom.‭ ‬After swimming forty lengths in a cup of tea I went to join the congregation where little Emily kindly gave me a bottle for her portrait.

The Yacht's In Trouble

The Yacht’s In Trouble

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My Diary: Worm

June discovered that she had broken her hand.‭ ‬We were both standing in bags of wet cement at the time.‭ ‬I had to pull a fish out of my pocket and make a phone call.‭ ‬It was a quiet day with the flags on the roof bringing up a family of refugees and the cardboard version of me surreptitiously making notes on a piece of paper in his pocket.

Worm

Worm

My Diary: Burning Hat

I went to see Father Christmas.‭ ‬I rose early with dove wings and visions of snow hopping kangaroos.‭ ‬However,‭ ‬it was mid morning before I managed to undo the chains from the rock I was shackled to.‭ ‬I then took the long journey where old trees fell to the dead house gardens where my wife and I had long past.‭ ‬I dug up as many memories as possible.

Burning Hat

Burning Hat

My Diary: The Point

I was out as early as possible from the hover house overlooking the boat yard‭ ‬-‭ ‬this is where the seventeen children I once was grew fruit and then secretly ate them.‭ ‬I went out in desert clothes and was surprised when I came back with bits of the tropical rain forest attached to my overalls.‭ ‬With these same clothes I went to the factory in search of a chimney to smoke.

The Point

The Point

My Diary: The Green Pylon

The blue touch paper burnt slowly and it was late in the morning before I unrolled the hose and pushed myself down it.‭ ‬The Christmas zombies walked slowly as I slid past wearing a pseudo snake skin.‭ ‬I managed to dance on a tambourine for the briefest period before having to sellotape my life story to the front of my vest and rolling down the hill to the glass lake of work.‭ ‬I had a message from my doctor.

The Green Pylon

The Green Pylon

My Diary: Face In A Landscape

An in and out day like the tale of the person who lives in a matchbox.‭ ‬I pulled a parachute from under my hat and pretended to make a bad landing.‭ ‬I juggled thin air and then went home with a colony of meerkats in my trousers‭ ‬-‭ ‬after going down the pit in a hot air balloon I went out and in again with my propellor spinning fast.

Face In A Landscape

Face In A Landscape

My Diary: Tears On The Horizon

I woke with a start and found a couple of dozen prehistoric animals laying on the bed.‭ ‬I consequently jumped out with a pair of tights over my head‭ (‬there was a blue garter above my eyes like a Jimi Hendrix bandana‭)‬.‭ ‬After a brief discussion about a tin shack in the middle of France I cast myself adrift in a wine bottle and bobbled along in a synchronous water ballet with a number of intoxicated dolphins.

Tears On The Horizon

Tears On The Horizon