Monthly Archives: November 2014

16/11/2007 This was my last day on the Spanish galleon. We sailed into port (with two glasses each side) as the moon turned into a sickle. I had spent a lot of my caterpillar crawling time trying to find a … Continue reading →

16/11/2014 I followed the lady who was leading a unicorn through a field of white corn. She said she was the queen of the icebergs and only spoke to sailors – I couldn’t swim so knocked a hole in a … Continue reading →

09/11/2007 I dragged myself out of the peat bog but realised that the art clock hadn’t managed to escape from the submarine resting on the bottom of the wine coloured ocean. I pulled the rope but only bells rang. The … Continue reading →

09/11/2014 The day started with a Roman legion of emperor penguins marching up the bed I felt extremely reluctant to leave. I had already woken up in the night to find Eighteenth Century engineers building the world’s first iron bridge … Continue reading →

02/11/2014 I am not feeling well and stayed inside my nautilus shell hideout for most of the day as a cowboy Robin Hood giving land back to the Red Indians. There was music playing in the idea orchard my imagination … Continue reading →

02/11/2007 The sky split in two to reveal cogs and sundry other parts of machinery quite early in the transition phase day. I had to go the mice city on a sled holding (as carefully as I could) a landing … Continue reading →