The volcano keeps on spewing. Tonight the government rolled out a plan to send the navy fanning out across the globe to pick up all the stranded Brits. Alice cancelled her flight to the States and now has nothing to do for a fortnight. She thought about coming to see us- and then about meeting us somewhere scenic. We settled on Glastonbury. She arrived there this afternoon, and Ailz and I will be joining her tomorrow. She rang from the town centre. "There's this churchy thing," she said, and then, "Ooh. This must be the high street. I've just seen lots of hippies."