A better day, as wings sprouted from under my jacket and I was able to preen my feathers from one of the tall conifers behind the flour mill. The small birds in my head fluttered industriously but I wondered if I should have followed their migration routes more diligently.
I was out in my past in the morning. I was Jack and climbed up the beanstalk, through the clouds, to the land where all the curtains have tears in them. I came home in a chariot pulled by swans. The afternoon was spent in green-fingered bliss.
Another day in the garden. I felt tired in the morning and spent some time curled up in a blackbird’s nest. In the afternoon I felt better and marched plants around the parade ground. At the end of the day, flowers were cast at the feet of the magazine person when I finally went along the path to the retirement home.
This was the first day of my magic week. You can guarantee it will go too quickly. I made a number of resolutions (which I must keep) while following the calligraphic path of the Sleep Angel. I perfected the art of levitation and ascended through the sewers in the sky – “come with me sky birds” – I was heard to say.
The wind was extremely cold today – as you read this, the cheese wire cuts through the mature cheddar in the shape of an early Celtic god. I kept indoors as much as possible, wearing my sorcerers hat. The few occasions I did venture out I donned a lion outfit. I saluted the zoos in the large jars in the old fashioned sweet shop.
A blissful Friday, playing among the coloured spider webs that stretch from one corner of the house to the other. Whenever I touched a strand, church music played – in a dream I walked naked down the aisle while the choir sang. I pulled several lengths of spaghetti from my head and knitted a jumper.
It snowed this morning, while I travelled to the land of daisy seeds. While watching the midget soldiers march by I hoped for a rope to descend through a hole in the ceiling – it didn’t! I need to make the jigsaw pieces fit together in a different way but I haven’t got the tools to make this happen. I had a crust of bread for breakfast.