I wonder how they would be able to replicate the flavors of citrus in space, like dehydrated lemon juice powder?  Finding water might be a task, but I'd expect it would be a minimal requirement to support life, just an issue of adjusting the taste of water that would be recycled a zillion times.  Maybe if they shoot Jeremy Clarkson up there, he can start working on it in advance of human colonization so we'd be able to have a decent cup of coffee and some nice lemon curd on cream scones once we arrive.

I have a friend who lives in Chadlington and, believe me, if there was a way to put Clarkson in a capsule and launch him into space, there would be plenty of neighbors contributing to it.

Before his arrival, it was a sweet little Cotswold town with a post office, a bakery, a butcher and a small general shop.  And that was enough. 

One funny thing, I've been wondering for years why my book collection stopped working. I used to use microsoft reader which mostly ignored format differences, but microsoft axed it well before 10, so my book library was essentially in heiroglyphs.

The day before we got internet I noticed that a local store had an open wifi connection, and to my shame, I used their wifi to download calibre.

To mask the download I looked up a bunch of tools I have no intention of buying, and honestly, yikes. Lot of one stars. I thought Harbor Freight had the bad rep as hazard fraught, but I won't be buying my driver bits from local hardware megastore.

Also, I spend way too much time at local hardware megastore. Their prices are not competitive, but I'm SOL on a lot of this. For instance, to dispose of green garbage in our area, you have to buy disposal bags from local hardware megastore.

Also my dog got back there today and I'm not happy about it. I'd honestly be happier if he'd run into the store than the parking lot.

Also, I read Bruce Campbell's If Chins could Kill.

Fantastic book that clearly illustrates it's not an act, it's a PERFORMANCE.

Sadly, it's an older title, I'd love a similar warts and all analysis of his time on Burn Notice.

I rate the book... Groovy.

Last weekend we visited Moreton -on -the marsh in the Cotswolds, wife wanted to visit Diddly Squat farm
(Jeremy Clarkson place) OMG it was chaos, I drove in and did a U turn and came away. Was so busy and I appreciate why the locals are iffed off as the area around the entrance is an absolute mess with cars parking everywhere.

Already looking forward to next year, Possibly Galicia in June and if I can get time off from work.
Riding the Camino, later on for my 60th birthday  🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️.

The Ziti was weirdly fantastic for a nuke-a-meal.