Amanda was somewhat taken aback when we crossed the border into Hampshire yesterday. It was like I'd taken a wrong turning and there we were in deepest Peru or something. Anyway, her guitar was duly dropped off and we headed back to civilization and a full English at the Art Lounge in Abingdon, where they turned out to be under a lot of pressure due to staff shortage and inclement weather having brought in the hordes. We therefore had a bit time to idle away until our breakfasts arrived, but it's always worth the wait there... We have two new words that I may try and incorporate into my next song: the verb 'absquatulate', as in 'Your horse has absquatulated' (if that helps...), and the noun 'cembalo'. The first one has such a plethora of meanings it's almost an entire language in itself, while the latter, a clavier-like harpsichord (of course), has a distinct echo of Coronation Street if said in a particular way... How sparse our language would be without the Guardian crossword to enrich it! Oh, today Bluebird heads north, to Bedfordshire...