Both rooms I occupied reminded me of a circus tents.  I wanted to be the ringmaster but I had already been dressed up as the clown.  I hid religious relics in my shoes and clues to a crossword on my head - I scratched away the answers and won a prize.

I was the lion tamer and the lion - I whipped myself into shape but stopped short of putting my head in my mouth.

Once in the garden I sat on a bed of nails, I collected the dots on my back and joined them up.  The garden was preparing for winter by changing it's duvet.  I tucked my feet under the border and panned for gold.

I pulled a bullfrog out of my pocket and kissed it.  I turned into a prince.

The doorbell rang; I rushed downstairs but accidentally took an extra flight and found myself in a ship's engine room. The engines droned and the passengers were kept in cocoons like insect pupa.  I tempted some with sugar before the ship began to sink.  I had to swim to a passing bottle before I could read the message.

The needle lifted off the record and everything went into reverse.   I rushed upstairs and slept in the loft.

I later applied for a job painting targets on soldiers uniforms but got one painting faces instead.  However, I had to make them before I could paint then.  I made one with a spider's web on it.

My head was in a foreign land and I hid inside a gun barrel before an approaching express train forced me out.

I had earlier changed the guard at the railway station.  First marching one way and then marching the other.  I was hoping to wear a line into the cement which would point to the rising sun on the shortest day. 

I gave the dog a pinny but she refused to clean the room.

Poppy and I followed a group of marching men to the frontline.  We saw some shells land in the sand and waited for the tide to come in.  When it phoned up to say it was going to be late, we walked home.

I curled up like Silenus in the evening; Poppy metamorphosed into a mule.

Poppy spent part of the day wearing a dwarf's costume so I imagined she wanted another adventure.  I put a video camera inside a boomerang and a microphone in a plastic snake's tail and we went to the land of strange creatures..

At nightfall we both change into benign vampires.

In the vortex, which normally lasts all day, I banned speech and pointed to the floor to communicate -  my colleagues pointed to the ceiling.  We talked about the first dog on the moon.

It was a long night and I returned to an earlier age among grey mountains and skies.  I gave my clothes to a passing dragon which kept me warm with fire and the music of beating wings.

The afternoon was painted in strange colours and I picked up the scattered leaves among hands that spring from the gravel.  One held a reed which I fashioned into a musical instrument.  I played a tune and the leaves were scattered again.

In the evening I went out but someone turned me on again before it got dark.

While I was out someone had put the house on an old record deck and it vibrated as it spun.  There was eventually 300 days and nights before I sat down to eat.  I had a glass of barley wine and everything stopped moving.

I found a map on the back of my hand and followed it to bed.

I walked the dog along the line where two worlds collide - this is the place where tears of rain can fall.  A man pulled himself out of the hedge to say hello. 

In the evening, June came in wearing a doughnut and carrying a book about the Battle of Britain.  I was a Spitfire when I went to bed..
 

When I felt it was noon I walked round in a circle until I cut a hole in the ground where the baby dinosaurs were once found.  I didn't find any this time, although I did pass a startled Roman bather.  Walking home I was surprised to see a refrigerator at the top of a telephone pole.  The locals said it was making repairs.

I spent the evening in a pile of leaves, occasionally raising and lowering a limb.  Across the mudflats, other people did likewise.  We attempted a choreographed routine.

During the afternoon I was the belt round the giant's middle.  I drew like an anaconda and finished three pictures.  I kept them in glass jars; pickled in vinegar in case the criminal got drunk in court and I was the judge.

I was out in the evening in the place where loud laughter can echo in the chambers for years after the joke is made.

As I am a slave in Ancient Greece I had to remember my chores before I could watch the white lilies sing their songs.  I took the dog out with a milk bottle on it's head.  The kind old woman poured milk into it and I made cream.  I then folded the blankets the war veterans used.   I put pegs on the clothes line but forgot to hang any clothes.

In the evening I didn't watch the television programme as planned so I stuck a radio down my front and modelled tea towels.

I was the leader surrounded by maenads as the model skyscrapers walked down the pathways of my childhood.  These were marked with small piles of broken stones and would be viewed from the large box that grew by the wash house.

As the evening came down I played ten green bottles with a man who makes fireworks.

 I had succeeded in turning the trees into a wicker basket before noticing the footprints which ascended the tree trunk.  When a shrill voice was heard on it's way down again I knew it was time to leave.  I pulled a gypsy caravan out of the bag on my back before stopping to make a cup of tea by the roadside.

In the evening I played a game of cards with the wood elves as we sat round the fire the dragons had left.  I lost the shirt on my back and a tattoo crept off my chest and nestled in the undergrowth.

At midday I had to find a missing phial of blood worms by climbing on a woolly mammoth's back. This was the only way I could reach the top of the hill without pulling a pair of collapsible wings out of my pocket.  Once there I decended rapidly with a model of the alps (as they were a millennia ago) on my shoulders.  I got back to the room with apricots just in time - fruit were the only furniture allowed - I decided to feed the frogs tomorrow.

I made a sail from a canvas on which I will paint a person holding a vase of snakes and returned home as Theseus.

For a brief period during a break in the clouds I acted as a railway signal, moving up and down.  The scorpions on the roof tops replied in a similar lanquage.  I said I was an invisible emperor wearing new clothes.

I came home and went to bed in a matchbox - I was still thinking hard of my childhood.

I drew a series of lines at noon and then walked them all the way home.  Big and small birds made a morse code message in sky and I left a signal on the railway lines for the trains to decipher on the way to Waterloo.

I was standing stone in the evening waiting for graffiti from victorian travellers.

I painted some lines across the sheets that the mummy will be wrapped in.  I heard a guitar play as I did so.  My studio was awash with molten lava; I had to stand on the rock of Gibraltar as the raging torrent moved by.  Among the ash were the petrified remains of a family of belisha beacons.  The cars still stopped as I crossed the road.

I went out in the evening, standing on a saw blade.  I started off on stilts and ended up in sandals.

I then had a spell under the big dome; where stars play cards.  I particularly like supernovae snap.  I managed to paint a flag for a country that doesn't exist.  I waved it in private.  I then sat on my palette. - the invisible crowds cheered.  On the ceiling an eclipse of the lampshade occured.

During the eveing I was a static dancer - I am hoping to start a new trend.

The evening was spent with the elf folk that emerged through cracks in the mist which appears when the curtains are drawn.  I pretended to be a conjuror with a long stick I call Little Wing.  We talked about star systems that hide in plastic bags and the foam meadows that lanquish under perpetual sunshine while the blue seas float at tree height. 

I ended the day as a sailor that discovered another new world while opening a box of nothingness.

At dinner time I sat on the computer egg until it cracked and I had an omellete of useless information to clean up - or eat.  I put the plans for the lunar house in a sandwich and ate them.  It tasted like cheese and mustard which made the chair smile.

Out in the evening in the caves where the dwarves forge steel eyes from molten metal.  I blink when they do.

I had a day with a canvas draped over me - I made little marks with my pencil from inside.  As it was dark. I missed the Temple of Apollo as it marched by.  It looked left and then right - it then crossed the road in safety.

The evening was spend inside a CD player.  I felt giddy when I came out but the laser had added highlights to my hair.

For dinner I decided to hang from an aperture which had suddenly appeared in the great hall where our ancestors met.  I kicked away the stepladder while holding a hair dryer.  Luckily I had a toffee in my pocket and I was able to stick to the ceiling.

As an experiment I wore a hairnet for underpants - I put a teabag on my head and saluted a passing spaniel.
 

I went to the dockland in search of some magic glass.  Unfortunately it was too expensive for me to buy.  I bought some paint instead; four colours, two for the sky, one for the earth and one to colour the desert under the early morning sun.

I spent the afternoon trying to rescue a sheet of coloured paper that had fallen on bad times.  I eventually carried it upstairs, cradled like a baby in my arms.

I had quite a bit of time to paint, so I coloured all the feathers that had grown through my skin over night.  I wasn't sure if they were for insulation or to help in supersonic flight.  I levitated and tapped out a tune on the ceiling with my head.

I tied up the evening with string.  I hope one day to be able to unravel it again.

On the way home I saw several, I am not sure of the exact number, old fashioned sailing boats glide between the clouds with wailing people standing inside; their long hair trailing.

I had to tap dance in the minefield in the evening.

The elders of the tribe congregated in the hollowed out building to measure the space where the machines would sleep.  They did this with skipping ropes and beach balls.  Music could be heard emaniting from beneath the floorboards

As I walked up the path at the end of the day, the Easter Island heads filled up every window.  One nodded as I touched the feather on my hat.

The people next door tore off all their doors and burnt them.  I believe they are Ancient Britons. The cloud chariots that speed by always glance down at the spot in their garden where they sacrificed their clothes line.  It was simple ceremony.

The evening was used up searching for numbers lost on the carpet during previous generations.

The rest of the day was spent in the drum that the elemental spirits bang.  I had a 3/4 morning and a 4/4 afternoon.

After nightfall I had to pour boiling oil off the battlements again.

I sat in my studio putting the finishing touched to the rocket.  The radio was playing music I heard yesterday.  I talked myself into a book and read everything I needed to know about nothing in particular.  I searched for evidence of the soul in a bowl of fruit.

The night was spent on a snail's back.  Light shone from the windows of it's house.

I was able to make shapes with the string in my room - however, I couldn't undo the knot.  If I had enough string I would lay down on it.  I managed to find all the ends so the day wasn't wasted.

I had to walk myself to sleep at night.  This was after locking the strangers out.

I went to town wearing a lampshade and lit up as the door was opened from within.  I remembered when I fused the lights as hands shook from the drawer the keys are kept in.  I moved my desk and the chair moved me.  Because of the powers I keep secret I was able to hear the message before it was spoken.  I was kept busy.

At the end of the day I invented a language but didn't have time to invent a person to talk to.

I tried to lay a floor in the house the bad children had ran through.  After several hours of trying I gave up and ordered a carpet. I pretended to be Queen Elizabeth the first on the telephone.  I eventually had to curl up under a pile of leaves the church was collecting. 

Poppy refused to be a canine cannonball - despite being given a net. Incidentally,  I am drinking a particularly nice port at the moment.

After the rehearsal I cut a smile out of the wood that was delivered on a hospital trolley.  I was uncertain of the prognosis but I took the patient out among a landscape of small flames.  I transfered my keys from one pocket to another.

The evening was spent guarding the guard dog.  I wore a skeleton suit.  Even though I had two pieces of paper in my hand I couldn't answer the riddle.

It was too wet to stand like a sentry in the borders so I patrolled my painting.  I had to work out which section would contain the arrow and which would hide the eye.  The eye would only open for someone it liked.  I didn't do as much work as was prophesied but clapped louding when it was finished.  I came back for an encore.

I had to go to a place of industry in the evening.  I counted things that could be moved and measured things that couldn't.

I could hear the pterodactyls calling above but all I could see was the vapour trails of high flying chocolates.  I sat on a biscuit and cut a silhouette of the country I would like to colonise out of the table cloth.  I lay the table with warlocks, who arm wrestle and cast nets into which are thrown all the memories which have real names.

At the end of the day I couldn't find the door so I made my own - I attached a crying clown's face for the knocker.

I lassoed the middle of the day and worked within it's area of tranquillity.  I wont be allowed in the room again for some time.  The table was borrowed from Atlantis and the chair had all the wisdom of the ancients.  I asked my servant to put a candle in the light socket.

The evening was spent in a bird cage - I had learned some new songs since I had last been in there.

I got my instructions directly from Nelson's mouth and saw the ships of the evening appear over the horizon.  It was dark to go home so I lit the lantern on my hat.  Moths with magazine wings fluttered after me.  I turned their pages to escape the adverts.  The girl from the pyramids redid her makeup as the startled lights commenced their work.

The evening itself glided by like the sailing boat which takes sounds to a silent island.

Their was a brief respite to paint during the middle part of the day.  I painted myself painting myself.

I was out in the evening pulling blocks up the side of the Pharoahs tomb.

I was moonlighting in the World's first invertebrate plc.  Unfortunately the beetle that contained the money went missing.  I ate a breadcrumb before going out to wrestle praying mantids.

In my standing stone dream I rode down the street on the back of a mechanical dog.

At the old house I told all the young girls where to clean and gave them the clothes of the last human sacrifice.  They played noughts and crosses on the coat of a non-believer before washing their reliquaries.  I watched from the castle ramparts as they completed the trek across a savanah of paint brushes dressed as eskimos. 

I had an evening off so went round the Cape of Good Hope in a coracle.

I skated on the ice that had formed on the top hat (the rabbit would sometimes stick it's legs out and walk like a tortoise) and no matter how hard I tried I could not keep my balance.  I would fall into the black hole, pick myself up then fall into the red.  I could hear the howling that presages a fall from the cloud of rain wisdom.  I eventually saw my reflection straddling a ranbow and I knew if I picked up a tin can I would hear the voices reply to the question I never asked.

I knew it was going to be a bad day when the windsock separated into a pair of tights.

I belatedly made a fount of knowledge from used lolly sticks.  I spent all evening doing this, only taking a break to walk the dog along a tightrope.  It was only later that I discovered the rope was actually part of a lady's underwear.  I pretended to be a monk and cast a penny in the wishing well.

All in all I had a good day (despite rediscovering the book of wasted opportunities).

I saw the trails of paper aeroplanes in the sky, both in the morning when I went to the dome and at the end of the day when I returned.  There was a gaping hole in the middle of the day where the teeth used to fit.  I framed the face with chocolate biscuits.

I ended the day wrapped in a hankerchief blowing my own nose.

It was hectic day like a figure on a stick which is constantly shook.  I had my own stick which glowed in the dark.  I waved this when contemplating the void.

I was late going home and all the houses were wearing overcoats as I acknowledged their gates.

I baby-sat a husky called Nanouk of the North. during the long evening.  Pink smoke billowed round the room while ghosts inhabited clothes hanging in wardrobes.  The dog was well behaved while icemen bellowed outside the window.  I saw glimpses of frozen flesh as I walked home, dodging cars which played rugby along the lanes where bicicyles once roamed.

Poppy was pleased to see me when I got home disquised as a polar bear.  I had salmon earrings and kept my tail in a handbag.  I went to sleep in the fridge.

I was the herdsman that tended to the big herbivores that existed before men had motorways.  I thumbed down a ground sloth and cast a spell  with a strand of it's hair.

It was busy evening as I stretched like a rubber band, thankfully I managed to get home before I snapped.  Once indoors I noticed that the living room floor was covered with coral and clam shells. 

The group of anglo-saxon ants - of which I was one - had to build a barrier of cut wood as were expecting an imminent attack from flightless birds masquerading a Roman Legionaries.  I cut my fair share of hazel; hazel cut her fair share of me.

I had an evening alone with my glove puppet, however, despite several changes of clothes I was too tired to shake her hand.

Once home I had to saw the wood which had formed a halo over the house.  The severed halo still shone like a crown on a kittens head.  I could't make the wood fit.

At night I walked the dog along it's shadow and found a letter I dropped in an earlier life.  It apologised for getting lost.  It was a milder night and the spirits that shift between painting and garden were laying languidly in the three quarter light.  I tucked the other quarter under my arm and read the newspaper in the dark.

I kept four books under my hat,  I would pull one out and push one in with a single arm movement.  With the other arm I flagged down a passing cavalcade of long dead heroes.  One of the books I had never read.

I opened the door (there was a quiet knock) and a prehistoric monster sat on the step.  It couldn't have been after the cream as we reluctantly buy our milk from a supermarket.

It was a better day today, the strange veiled figures were still in evidence but the cackling had stopped around the cauldron.  Steam issued from the vents in the floor where the deep sea creatures hide.  Sunlight came through the windows where the light bulbs had blown.  The piles of bronze age coins I found last week now add up.

I worry about the tramps that move in an out of my sleep - even though I am Catman and have nine ages.

The goblins next door have burnt down the houses where the little people lived.  They will now have to live in the undergrowth by our ponds.  This will be OK as the frogs have gone into the subterranean chambers where everyone shines like gold.  The little person in our shed is called Fred the Artist.  The geese kept to straight lines as his silent figure saluted the sky.

Ali Baba held the rope while I climbed up it.  All I had to do was tie a knot in the end after the birth of an idea.

It was a busy day, walking on a mirror, looking down and up at the same time.  I have now learnt my steps so the daily dance was easy to complete. At a gap in the temporal hedgerow I memorised the best pages of the book I had close to me.  I tied the covers and counted down the numbers ready for the lift-off.

Incidentally, if time had a face it would be frowning.

The evening was spent in the diamond mines among the birds of prey.  I disquised myself as an electricity pylon and counted the grains of corn as they fell from the brightly coloured wagon.  I noticed the largest window was broken.

I guarded the wagon train while the polar bears played outside.  I came home with arrows in my hat and penquins in my pocket.

As a novelty I was stretched on the rack during my dinner break; I used my longer arms to paint the bigger picture.  I had to lay on the floor like a 10,000lb bomb under a Lancaster prior to a raid on a paint factory.  My wife came in with ribbon in her hair.

I was out in the evening, partly in the boxing ring which floats around just above people heads, partly on the dance floor where milk bottles do the twist and remember what they would have liked to have done when they were younger.

I returned to my studio after a sojourn in the jungle where I hung like an old man.  Vines had grown up where I once worked.  When the flowers opened water was turned into wine; the books had stigmata and the crayons were wet with blood.  I drew a still life in which galaxies collide..

At the end of the day I rolled up the house like a sleeping bag and slept like a baby.

It was a stressful day as the shadows moved around separated from the bodies that created them.  The dog was restless and had a glowing city of ants on her back.

I went out in the evening like a huge floating invertebrate in the jetstream of Jupiter.

I went down the tunnel to find a skateboard big enough to carry a rhino which had spent the autumn in my head.  On coming out I walked the narrow path between the cemetery and the luxury flats.  Stray dogs carried Nineteenth Century servants on their backs.

Even though the enemy was marching the other way I still plan to make a moat and plant it with water lilies.  The frogs and toads will be as big as buildings.

The keeper of relics appeared to be happy with the state of our domain.  This was even after I had encased the house in coloured concrete.  The lions at the bottom of the bed are slowly turning into stone.  I wonder what their fate will be.  I am keeping a chisel in my back pocket - Poppy has the pneumatic drill.

As an experiment I put a pair of tights on my head and tried to rob myself.  I fought bravely and only got away with a few coppers.

The rest of the day was spent painting hearts in the private cave I work in.  The cave is the place that contains all my dreams and some of my ambitions.  It encapsulates the music and the clockwork mechanism which slowly runs down.

I had to pull cords in the diamond mine in the evening.  A lot of work just to make the puppet talk.

I shook out another reality sheet and pulled it flat; within this space I made a model of the universe from the old bones I found in the drawer.  I sat on a music box and painted as I spun.  The lines coalesced into a head hidden inside a hill.  I could hear the sound of falling dice.

I had to go to the gold mine in the evening; staggering under the weight of the Seven Dwarves.  Try as I might, I could not find Sleeping Beauty although many who come in had already drunk too much.  Kirk made a pedestal and stood on it.

I had to go out in the evening to milk the cows that congregate at the bottom of the hill before setting dustbins on fire.  I signal the lost ones with the smoke.

When I got in both June and the dog were sitting on sea urchins.

In the enclosed meadow I picked flowers and connected them like electronic components.  By mid-afternoon I had made a computer with the joined up stems forming cobwebs in the grass.  It eventually formed itself into an incandescent orb which blinked when it was approached.

During the evening I encased myself in quicksand and sank into a universe where immortality was the fifth dimension.

We circled the strangers while they circled us.  I kept my hands in my pocket all the time.  I found June's gloves and lost my own.

The evening was placed on a spindle and turned into wool.  I hope to make a jumper from it.

I felt like a fly on sticky paper and grow several heads so I could think clearer.  Every head had a point of view.  I decided to lock my torso in the bedroom while my limbs went out on patrol.  The room was poorly lit and in the middle of the floor was a mountain which I had to turn into a molehill.

I sent another message to myself about the future.  Isis and Osiris sent one to each other.

During dinner I used Poppy the dog as a felt tip and drew a plan to raise the pyramids on the new carpet.

In the evening I piled boxes on top of each until I could reach the light switch in the Ogre's dressing room.

Once home I wrapped myself in polythene and pretended to be a mummy from the tomb under the garden pond.  This is where the supernatural frogs sleep; waiting to rise again when the Earth is in deadly peril.

In the evening I broke the light while addressing Magic Man who was taking his clothes off in the dark.

I worked my way up the hill where the army sleeps and worked my way down again where it fights.  I put on a bow tie which doubled as a propellor and carried the weapons of war on my back.  I had two hats and directed from the wings.

I came home and rested on the clothes line before retiring to a soft bed.

While gifts were exchanged the jagged men marched down the street on the way to their next assignment.  I could hear their songs as I walked to room where I stand like a stork.  I curled up my memories like a moth's tongue and pressed myself flat.  I talked in numbers as the stories grew.

I come home and jumped into a motorised shoe.  A number ten (which is one of three).

I became the medicine man and made potions.  One I rubbed over the invisible parts of my body to hide the rash.  I felt my head and wondered if it could be fitted onto caterpillar tracks.  It would explore the surface of Mars.

The evening was spent as a flat fish camouflaged on the bottom of the sea.

I wasn't feeling myself for much of the day. My nose was winning races and my cough had a mouth connected to it. I couldn't jump over the moon but howled like a monkey as the fruit dropped from the tree June had planted in the living room.

By the way, a cobweb hangs from the ceiling in my room - I hope to imitate it in wrought iron.

I noticed that everyone had fences round them. Beyond this was the void.  I had to shut the gate after me as I approached the door - only shadows went in and out.  I pulled on the ivy and the bells chimed a tune.  I didn't recognise it.

At night I curled up in a tea cup and went to sleep.

For the afternoon I hung myself from a coat hanger and created mirages in the wardrobe.  It is here that I can hear the universal maternal hearbeat.  I pulled a pack of cards from my pocket and made a hand.  It was then I shook it.  The door opened and I saw a camel holding a needle.

I tried on my armour today.  It had customised arrow piercings.

I exchanged stories with the young girl who was washed up on the shore among the jetsam.  We would talk about the pictures you see in poetry (while a fully clothed lady descended the staircase).  We compared all the television programmes we had never seen.

The evening was noisier and busier with buses squashed to fit through the doors and articulated lorries dancing in the parking bay.

There was very little time to do anything for myself as I walked between the crenations of the ancient castle.  I managed to buy some gifts and saddled the elephant for my escape.  The beast had the Earth on it's back.

The evening was spent on a two dimensional world with bright lights and simple questions - I knew all but the important ones.

During the long tunnel that is called lunch,  I looked after a family of eskimos who had arrived here by mistake - they were heading for the desert.

The evening was spent on a spiders web pretending to be a fly.

I got in and immediately had to go out again.  I was needed to break the code.  During this break I paraded along the arteries of the town looking for pieces of the jigsaw.  Little boys walked around with black snow in their hair.

I was unchained in the evening so I was free to paint.  Lines were made everywhere - none of them joined up.

I went to the embroidered town during the middle of the day to post a letter in one of the large animals that roam the streets.  I bought a book on hot air and cooled it down by blowing on it.  Dandelion seeds came out of the small windows and settled all around making a silhouette of my prostrate body.

I came home and put the candle out.  I lit a cat before I went to bed.

Later on, as a chess piece I move onto a new square.  There is no possibility of checkmate but I am too busy to care.  All the doors are open and the choir moves through as we all hold onto the bell ropes.  The card board cut-outs sing along as the statues freeze.

At the end of the day I stand in a tumbler on the bedside table.

We see the stone people move (at last) and wave - we wave back and talk in seventy lanquages.  I eat an omelette with a desert island inside.  June spit out eyes which subsequently blink at her.

After getting home and receiving a practice visitation I stuff a book inside my head hoping that it will grow.

My wife and I went out, riding on mince pies - mine rang out of petrol and I had to walk home.  As I did so I planned the construction of a new house in the shape of a partly opened book.  I would live in the foreword.

The evening was spent pouring wine down various holes that appeared in the carpet.  I know all the stains by their christian names.

The waistband of the manikin we all live on was an animated blur.  I spent my time running from one black spot to another.  I am glad I remembered to water the house plants that look out of their windows with longing.

At the end of the day I went into a foreign conservatory to rescue a secret agent.  I noticed their Hoya was bigger than ours.  Presents were handed out.

My head came off while eating a roast potato during Christmas dinner!  I will have to ring the dentist in the New Year to have it glued back - this will cost more than the sabre-tooth tiger we were thinking of buying.  I placed a fossil in my lap and cradled it while watching my life history on the TV.

We stayed the night, sleeping among the burning embers of a camp fire.

We went to a Malayan long house for lunch, with smoke entering one side and exiting the opposite.  The primitive insects on our heads communicated by clapping while I performed tricks with a circus ring.  A flag was waved by a barefoot girl.

The end of the day was spent in a prisoner of war camp in Germany.  I escaped by pretending to be a steam engine - my head obscured by steam.

I went out in the afternoon to do my duty on the front.  It was cold as ice and the childrens voices could be heard murmuring behind the lines.  Before the battle the shelves were stacked.

I was disappointed to learn that I will not be able to get a new head until we are in a new year.  I will have to make do with the wine box the cats use as a hidaway.  The sea ebbs at the carpet edge.

I worked the carriage that wouldn't move.  Serving drinks and eating crisps.  From the emergency cord the gibbons hung.  I had bells in both pockets and drew them at the OK corral.  Ben was Wyatt Earp.

I eventually became a merman and sat on the seabed among the seaweed. I woke on the floor with an octopus holding my hand - I blinked and it became a chicken, I blinked again and it was a sports car.  I turned the key when I went to bed.

I holed up in the tuba I have built my studio in and listened as the arrows fell.  Later on, there was a snow accompaniment but it had disappeared before the music stopped.

At the end of the day I wrapped myself in newspaper and read in bed.

By the early afternoon, I finished putting wings on the glass decanter that usually hibernates in the chimney.  It had flown away to a quieter address by the evening.  I then had to stretch the flowers that speak home truths.  I did this while painting red spots on my face.

The evening was wrapped in the paper of an ancient civilisation.

In the evening I went to the dance hall for statues which I call work.  My time was spent mouthing messages like a goldfish to the shadows that flit by.

I ended the year as I began it, with the giant birds on the mantle piece and the strangers marching on the windowsill.  Fireworks reflected chinese writing in the mirror above the ogre's fluffy cat.