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 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.
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 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.