I didn’t get chance to speak to Michael Foale, but pretty close to the subject of space farts is space poo. See this great NASA video for a demonstration of a shuttle toilet. I’m really not sure about that toilet cam. The potential for abuse is just too real.
There are still a few broken bits on the site, I’ll hopefully get them sorted today. It’s not like I have a right lot else to do .
There are some great pictures at the Nasa ‘Gateway to Astronaut Photography Site’. It must be a great feeling to be up there, floating about, taking pictures of the earth from above. I wonder how far a fart travels inside the International Space Station? Does it hang around in invisible bubbles waiting for the next innocent passenger? If I ever get the chance to meet Michael Foale, that’s the first thing I’ll ask him. He’s a Brit, and all Brits love farting. Fact.
My student loan stuff came through last week. It looks like they are going to give me everything that I asked for. Nursery fees are still up in the air, but the student loan company have sent me some forms and guidance material. The university nursery have written to confirm that she has a full-time place allocated, so things are really starting to come together now.
Yesterday was something of an extraordinary day, not only did I get to go to a wedding, but it was my good friend Trev’s wedding. I really never thought I would see it happen. My congratulations to them both.
We also went camping at the usual spot in Raincliffe Woods. I think we were the first group up there this year because the site was nice and clean and there was no sign of previous fires. The grass was quite well grown, which provided a nice comfy surface to sleep on. The journey back was difficult. We SERIOUSLY underestimated the distance between the site and Scalby Road. A journey that long, by foot, is never fun with a couple of under 5’s, but overall a good time was had.
It’s really feeling like it’s time to leave this house now. We have been living under the protective umbrella of my sister and her husband (my brother-in-law) for far too long and we owe them too much already. 3 weeks left!
Anyway, from today onwards I’m not going to waste a single day. I spoke to a nice woman from a Hull housing association. She said that a property advert in the Hull Daily Mail can generate between three and four hundred responses, which means that I have seriously underestimated demand. I need to stay ahead of those other four hundred people. Given the standard of secondary education in the area, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
I’ve been pointed in the direction of a company that provides student accommodation (companies that I have avoided in the past) who are said to be happy to let their small houses to private individuals. I shall start with them tomorrow.
I’m feeling quite negative about the whole experience of looking for a new house. I really could do with a little positive news to pump up my motivation. Fingers crossed for what the next week brings.
I woke this morning quite unexpectedly at 5.30am, which is extremely unusual for me. It seemed to me that it was quite late as there was plenty of light in the tent but when I poked my head out of the door I was greeted by the sight of the sun just peeking over the horizon. What a sight to wake up to! Despite my good fortune, I realised that it was much too early for any sensible person to be awake, so after snapping a few photos I went back to sleep.
When I rose again at 9.30 I was greeted by another high tide. The sea was literally no more than twenty feet from my front door and the beach was empty apart from myself. I spent a lovely hour walking along the beach and taking some photo’s before packing up to come home. I thought to myself at the time that I should choose a pebble to take away with me so that when I move away I will have something to remember one of my favorite places in the world – but of course, I forgot.