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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.