I noticed the public house, called the Railway Tavern by some and "The Sheep's Drawers" by others, had closed.  It was very near the railway station, but, despite this, I had never been in there.

The wind was getting up.  There was a very real danger that the black ships moored on the horizon would be blown this way.  I had to go out again that evening.

The wind blew cotton wool spears into Danger Man targets - these have radios hidden in pens.  In consequence, I think of building a fire escape inside a hat.

My wife and I communicate with comic speech bubbles - hers are bigger than mine.

I am making plans for a hut in the countryside.  The small hut disguises a large underground complex, in which rare animals are bred.

While I am writing this, Poppy Dog comes upstairs for a fuss.

Shrunk down to an inch high I take the dog for a walk beside the railway line.  The trains have full stops for wheels.

All the diverse fragments of my personality wish to unite and voluntarily travel back in time. This was agreed at a secret meeting - so secret, even I didn't attend!

While in this frame of mind, I casually invent black shapes to hang over my head.  These are made of strands of time and, for some reason, evoke an old shooting gallery made from plastic birds - I accidentally broke the black one

Ghosts of gibbons howl in the trees that grow from a ruined building at the imaginary bottom of the garden - which is analogous with the edge of the world. The real bottom of the garden is strung with climbers which are blowing in the increasingly strong wind.  Meanwhile, the dog grabs a towel from the bathroom and rolls in it.

All this can be inverted and fitted inside a breakfast cereal pack.  By the way, the moustache I found in my Christmas cracker must have took fright and crawled away - I am not sure if it will survive away from it's warmer homeland.  In consequence, I move from a monster in a jam jar, to ocean spray round a rainbow, to a childhood holiday on the Isle of Wight; where I thought my parents were vampires.

Dirty washing on the line which is brought inside if there is a threat of dry weather - some parks are giant mouths.

I spent some time going up a ladder.  I was in an infinitely tall chimney so, regardless of how high I climbed, I could never see anything.

I clambered up some steps in the real world but all I could see when I got to the top was myself.  Music played.

I would much prefer mountains to have consciousness: they would contemplate their new clothes when they went  to see Mohammed.  They could enjoy picking flowers from our slopes.

I went to town, pondering all the while, whether she had any means of lighting them.  I saw a cat in a suit.

If you want to get your washing hung faster, employ an octopus.

I escaped as Charles Darwin - all the guests had to leave as someone else (I wanted to go early otherwise I would have left as a gorilla).

Sweet sixteen: the seminal japanese film, much copied in the west.

On the way back to my imaginary castle - not the one in the clouds but the one in giant seaweed which ebbs to and fro depending on people's moods. - I went to a dog party.  Everyone had to wear special coats and talk through an interpreter.  I made a good many dog noises, ate cheese and came home in the dark.

During the afternoon June and I went back in time.  I had thought of shrinking to OO scale and travelling in her pocket but as she had a new coat on I gave up the idea.  I was pleased that the trees stood to attention when we walked by.

I watched as the puppets lived in cupboards and the boys with string ran into the kitchen like the world was on fire.  I elevated myself to cloud height; below were the bushes where hands can emerge and throttle members of the audience.  One of these, dressed as an ostrich, came up to me asking for a map to Chatham.

If I don't get the message I wont have another chance until the middle of next week.  By the way, if you manage to get asked inside a tree you will find a lot of evocative photographs hanging on the wall.

Watching a thought bubble rise above my head, I noticed that the path I made round the Head Tree when I was five was still there.

The wolves now have their own Mercedes; often with giant television cameras in the back - or in one case on the floor.

I saw a pet submarine; inside of which I imagined furniture made from treacle.  The owner probably lived in a local castle with buckets of water chained up in the dungeon.  It rained all the way home.

I spent some time practising for my new role as an american aircraft carrier in a recreation, complete with the howl of dive bombers, of the Battle of Midway.

I am midway through the day when writing this.

I had a a launching pad in my haversack and I am working on ways to turn a tricycle into an armoured car.  When I was very young I tried to turn an old fruit box into a space capsule - this plan failed when I forgot to make a window.

I came home to find my wife wearing a television as a head which reminded me of last Friday when my sister couldn't get a picture.

I must confess to being disillusioned with myself; I waste so much time masquerading as lampposts or other innocuous pieces of indoor or outdoor furniture.  I should really be a ferris wheel or big dipper.

I found my imaginary hat on the invisible floor, lifted it up and a rabbit appeared; it could speak 16 different languages including seal and porcupine.

Smoke from the 11.04 to London Waterloo told me that children are born from discarded chewing gum stuck on the platform.

It was raining.  I drew the curtains and saw a cloud.

Sometimes you hear a noise and then an express train comes out of one wall and goes into another.  The latest one was followed by a flock of seagulls.

On the way home I imagined I was carrying myself; thankfully I wasn't too heavy.  While I was being carried I wondered again if we are all one person.
 

As a member of the bacterial race I have time to contemplate our universal existence.  This is much harder to do as a stick insect swaying on the statue of the humanity.

I spent the rest of the day experimenting in cocoon contruction.  This is a useful exercise in case I want to turn into a silkworm.  While doing this I invented the world's first fabric bomb.  I haven't fashioned it into a coat yet.

I looked in the window of a house that that was rapidly travelling past me and saw something I hadn't notice before: I am actually a midget standing on a the shoulder of a gigantic version of myself.  I didn't bother waving as I would be too small to be seen.

I got home late today.

I went out in the evening to howl like a dog.  Poppy the puppy stayed indoors reading a book - I am hoping it wasn't by W.E. Johns.

It is interesting being a ship so that you can win the Battle of Jutland at last for your Country.  I am wondering if my Country would win something for me.

I find a needle in a haystack, magically turn it into the Tower of Babel and climb to the top.

I saw an Ancient Egyptian Princess on the way home.  I asked her how she was and she said that she was still searching.

I write in brackets (in the sky over our heads) that "Peter Panic is still searching" and then added that "people are still searching for Peter Panic".

I remember that my late mother's birthday is approaching.

While walking up the road this morning I felt I could be walking for an eternity; I pictured myself walking on the burnt out surface of the Earth as it neared the end of it's life.

The floor of both shops slide open and rockets emerge with tongues of fire.  The tongues are constantly talking.

If I wasn't already married I would marry the first person who gets washed up on my shore.

I need a drawbridge; I have a plan on how to make it: first I draw a shape on the wall, then I wish and it becomes real.  The trick is, you have to make it look real first otherwise it becomes an electric fire and burns all the dragons that try to come in.

As a postscipt to yesterday: I am trying to invent a garden that fits between the pages of a newspaper and which you can open out when you want to sit in it.

Poppy has been very busy today; however, I notice she never made her bed before she laid down on it.

Clouds march along the horizon while the crowds throw confetti.

In the evening I find some glass doors.

In the evening I lined up the ten green bottles.  I then decided to become a ghost for a brief spell but came back as the archetypal long distance walker.

Interestingly: the house was a twin and can recognised as such in old photographs.  The other twin now sells sandwiches and hot pies.

The dog lived in a shoe until it ate it.

Stones would be cast down by a spectators in the clouds. 

The train out of London was late so I could not make the connection with my past.

The house is quiet with a dark finger on it's lips.  When sitting down I feel a gale and notice that everyone is flying kites.  I retire to a brown bag hanging from the ceiling.  I plan to watch for toys that can grow wings.  I can feel the noise in my head.

When I wasn't drawing lines, I visited the local sphinx but I was disappointed when it couldn't answer my riddle.

When I came up again the eye was in the wall and closed.  There is an answer phone but I didn't call.

Below the hat is a landscape like an overgrown beard.  Strange animal noises issue form the undergrowth.  I wait for a translator but no one arrives.  I suppose I will have to learn the language myself.

I prepare for a long journey by looking into my past.

One of the houses I visited was built like a giant head with mouth door and eye windows; plus a brain in the attic.  The puppets that pretend to be Peter Panic would settle for a railway in a loft.

Alas, The wall that was bare may now have doors in it.

My secret self is a midget that recently appeared again climbing down a cobweb in the kitchen.  It spent the day curled up in a sauce pan - until someone accidentally turned on the gas!  To save it I sent it to myself in a bottle.

June refutes the existence of cobwebs in the kitchen.

NB. I am also considering inventing anchors to throw down from clouds so that they can be stationed decorously in convenient spots above the garden.

I spent the evening counting crisp packets (sometimes in silence, sometimes in a the hall of dead norsemen).  When I finally satisfied myself that I got the right amount I wrote it down on a piece of paper; then I tore it up.

Walking home a goat pushed its head out of a post box.  I didn't have any letters to feed it with so it sung me an old Beatles song -  I didn't know which.

I was approached by a puppet wearing glasses.   I consider this to be a normal state for puppets but I was surprised when she showed everyone a stuffed fish in her spectacle case.  Everyone else was surprised when she insisted to me that she always came alone, even when with others. 

There was at least three families of brown bears in the room; only two of which engaged in conversation.

While stopping to get my breath I invented a story which didn't have a beginning or an end.

In an invisible room I entered by accident there were loudspeakers hidden in the walls; from these, voices would issue asking everyone to leave but me.  I left eventually.

"That's a lie", said the hard tin chair, "he wants to be agoraphobic and stay indoors and paint all the time!".

Poppy had a bath today.

Instead of rescuing the damsel I picked up a newspaper.  The paper turned into a TV but I am too old to watch myself.

When I get back, I count blades of grass, pull stones from my pocket, tie shoelaces together and become a many legged monster.  Poppy had stolen my shoes again.

I bought myself a nice pink thicket on the way home.

I found many memories hiding between the books.  Memories are a distinct life form which have evolved separately to Homo Sapiens; their development is slower than our own and they are still living in caves and hiding from shadows cast by the fire.

I know I shouldn't have given them matches.

My robot escaped dressed as harlequin - he then pretended to be Columbine for half an hour. 

After this I took the dog out.

The evening was transparent and many lights were shone through it.

Music came from five holes in the wall.  These were originally the paw marks of a gigantic mammal that preyed on the largest dinosaurs.  The dinosaurs these days have lights all the way up their bodies.

The evening was spent as a bat (I am out of hibernation now) flitting around in the half light.  I found a giant hall with many rooms running off it.  There was so many rooms I could not explore them all.

I heard rumours that the Ice Fairy was patrolling.  I only saw glimpses of her make up which revealed a map of the railways before the Beeching cuts.

I am asleep in a gondola that hangs from a giant eagle.

After my housework I hung from the ceiling as Christmas Decoration Man (famed hero of my childhood).  Although mainly intent on perfecting my hot air spiral technique I was also conscious of glittering in the sunlight.

I later walked the dog over a rainbow.

While sitting for dinner a garden pond formed itself in the middle of the table, next to the fruit bowl, I pulled a plastic fish from the bowl and blew air into it.

Icicles hung from the electric lamp.

My dog is a shop steward; I am a shop assistant and help elephants find clothes to fit a giraffe.  I paint pictures with my arms and stop the traffic coming from mars.

I walked along an avenue of giant teeth.  There was a strange light.  I can remember the teeth from my childhood; one was taken out by a dentist the size of a skyscraper.  In my imagination, King Kong swatted space ships while clinging to his hat.

The warmest day of the year and I walked poppy to the moon and back.

It has been unseasonably hot all day.  Looking through the secret viewer that can be pulled out of the sky I saw the carboniferous coal forests.  There was a convenience store at the end of the road

While living in an ant hill I invented a house made of liquorice.  I couldn't patent it as in an absent moment I ate it.

Poppy and I dug holes, I was hampered by a giant snake which wound itself round my leg.  As a surprise Poppy reappeared in a frog suit.  However, she didn't realise I was on first name terms with Batfrog, the legendary super hero.

Before I came in I drew circles on the ground and stood in them.

After playing with dinosaurs in the garden I found an old wall with pictures of people in rows of little alcoves.  Some of the pictures were pleasant, some were not. 

I vacuumed up the bird footprints left on the carpet then went to sleep in the memory maker.

In the evening I was talking to a man when his ear fell off and slid away like a crumpled pink slug.  I christened him King Vincent.  He thanked me and walked off.

I came home in the dark with a lamp balanced on my head.

The dog went about wearing a table.  She hid every time a bomb came down through the ceiling.  My wife and I eventually crept under a chair

I found the wall with the eye in it.  I spent a lot of time staring at it waiting for it to blink.  However, I blinked first and my wife came in wearing frog spawn as a hat.  I tightened my anaconda tie and went to see if I could find a man up a pole to practise on.

In the middle of the day I tobogganed on warm grass.  The grass had tyre marks on it that made a face: The hill smiled. 

When I returned as a scarab beetle I made sure all the shelves were full.   I then promised to screw islands on a wall of water.
 

The evening was spent in a crowd.  I stood out while others pretended to sit.  When I come home I learnt that my dog had become prime minister.  I gave it my last chew.

I don't like hanging around so I drew a face on the alarm clock.  It turned into a set of traffic lights which stopped a motorcycle with wings.  I called it Pegasus.  The lights changed into three chalices - I had to choose the right one.

As I had nothing to do in the evening I invented a year and divided it into thirteen months.

I began by pulling plums from under flower border skirts; I put them in a sack so that I could throw it over my shoulder and trudge back to the Viking long boat.  After this I migrated to the desert to turn palm trees into office blocks. I found that if you plant a small house into new earth it grows into a larger one; the largest ones are yew and are believed to be over a thousand years old.

The end of the day was spent fighting the crimean war.  I had salad for dinner.

During the night I was concerned that ancient fighters would descend from holes in the ceiling and litter the carpet.  However, the only faces which looked down had young boy masks and arrows in their head.  I broke a javelin and turned it into a timepiece; my colleague counted off the minutes - they were all there; despite my claim that some had managed to escape under a sleeping horse in the middle of the room. 

The room used to be a mouth and the windows were teeth.

We gave Poppy her medication while she helped jet planes land on an aircraft carrier stationed in the smaller of the two ponds in the garden - giant frogs occupy the larger pond (where they whistle at poodles as they power glide down the street).

While following a bird on the way home I noticed three small boys walking down a hill; by the time they had got to the bottom they were old men.  I was pleased I was not working in an old people's home even though one had just sprouted in the garden disguised as a tree.

I think I may have toothache!