The elephant was late again today. I was never sure how they can claim for the elephants to run on time until I accidentally fell asleep on one a couple of weeks ago and found myself at the depot (Huge place, by the way, though you wouldn’t think about it by the size of the phone boxes) where I saw them feeding one up with tone upon ton of digital alarm clocks, freshly squeezed. The nice man helped me out of the elephant though – fortunatly the digestion process is fairly slow, though I think I’ve gained about a fortnight. I’ll have to go to the gym next week.
Anyway, the late elephant at Elysia meant I missed the fast night to Avalon station, so I had to catch the slow one that stops at every little star along the way. It was odd, I’ve been catching that night for months now without having to take the slow bus, and there was almost this physical disconnect when we passed the third star on the right and headed west towards Gilead. All of which meant I was late for work in Avalon, which will probably mean extra shoe polish on wednesday unless I can find the whiting. I thought I’d gotten away with it until I saw a note from Dodgeson in the strawberry patch on my desk, asking me to take the stairs up to the basement for a “Discussion of my musical thermometer ice cream project” which was obviously a cheap trick to cut the woman in half. Nevertheless, I took the lift down to the penthouse and then the train over to Dodgesons cottage pie, where I got a dressing up as a milkman for daring to catch a late elephant twice in the last decade. I’ve not really any idea how I can post these pengiuns until they fly, really, but I’m sure the card tricks will work out fine, unless the rabbits get them.