I seem to be all hair and boobs today. No really, the boobs are refusing to stay in the shirt. The middle button has come undone spontaneously about fifty times today. I blame the visit to the National Space Centre in Leicester. It may have been too much excitement for the girls.
This module was abandoned in a parking garage after the termination of the Soviet moon exploration program. Some enterprising individual decided it was worth crating up and shipping back to Britain. I salute him/her.
We went there hoping to foster outreach links with the post-docs who are paid to spend part of their time developing master classes for the NSC and we did. What we weren't expecting was the offer to take some of our kit to Antarctica for six weeks in 2010. Now all we have to do is develop a project. Though I applaud their keen spirit, I do not expect my boobs to be much help in this instance.