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My Diary

I had to get up early to dance with an Egyptian mummy to the music of Stravinsky in a firebird morning. I returned from micro-potholing in the garden just as a tube train raced through our dining room (knocking down a diamond encrusted vole skull and a photograph of June in rapt conversation with a plastic boomerang as it did so). 70 more words

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I walked out into the garden like an extra in a spaghetti western, my hat already having two white feathers and an arrow stuck in it. 108 more words

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I had to make an unplanned trip to the fungal growth town to get a tube of lipstick for a many mouthed monster who had pushed its face through our living room wall – knocking off a number of photographs of me as a child with a scale model of the Graf Spee emerging from my navel in the process. 79 more words

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I got up very early and traveled to the 78 record country side with a large handle in my abdomen; I was pleased when sat on the Carmelite brotherhood bus that the members of a women’s basketball team that boarded half way resisted the temptation to turn it. 93 more words

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