After a glass of absinthe, diluted with apple juice, the green fairy did not come to visit, though the room was in clearer focus. Viv disagreed, but she had been drinking pernod, which isn't the same at all. So now It's time for bed. The Road to Freedom is playing, and Viv's muse is inspiring her. A New Zealand interpretation of Joy was tonight's first canvas. As I went off to bed, she had started a representation of the Passion and the Communion. But by now it is late: almost five past dreams as you might say.