We also went to the Science Museum on Saturday. We didn't get much past the Space Flight hall, which is new since our last visit. Kit loved the rockets, and Beri and Sid loved running around yelling. My personal favourite were the Astronaut Nappies. I kid you not.
Finally, I found some hard information on how astronauts 'go' in space. Peeing, naturally, is the easy one - hose, airlock, and whoosh, outer space gets a nitrogen boost. If only it were a compost heap. The 'other' involved a recognizably loo-shaped apparatus, with the addition of a bar to fix across the thighs. Without this bar, the poor astronaut would find himself in the middle of a most unfortunate demonstration of Newton's Third Law of Motion - the one that states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite . . . - you get my drift. The 'results' would then be parcelled up, taken back to Earth and analyzed. Eeuw.
Only one more thing to tell you (thank goodness - otherwise I will run out of single quote marks!). What about EVA, I hear you ask? (Extra-Vehicular Activity. Go and read some science fiction THIS MINUTE.) Inadvisable to get caught short in a space-suit, dontcha think? SO, they donned nappies. Big, heavy-duty, man-nappies. Eeuw, and eeuw again. Honestly, they looked like proper washable nappies only in a very manly terracotta colour. I suspect, however, that the astronauts didn't spend their leisure time scraping (and parcelling up) and rinsing and washing and re-using.
In another part of the museum, Jeremy took the boys to see dinosaurs in 3D in the Imax, while Sid and I got to see Bob the Builder. Teresa, where were you when I need you!
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Teresa also asked why I never posted pictures of Kit. Here's why: the wretched boy took them into town with him and wore them most of the time. People were pointing. And giggling. But look what he built - isn't it splendid.
Finally, I found some hard information on how astronauts 'go' in space. Peeing, naturally, is the easy one - hose, airlock, and whoosh, outer space gets a nitrogen boost. If only it were a compost heap. The 'other' involved a recognizably loo-shaped apparatus, with the addition of a bar to fix across the thighs. Without this bar, the poor astronaut would find himself in the middle of a most unfortunate demonstration of Newton's Third Law of Motion - the one that states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite . . . - you get my drift. The 'results' would then be parcelled up, taken back to Earth and analyzed. Eeuw.
Only one more thing to tell you (thank goodness - otherwise I will run out of single quote marks!). What about EVA, I hear you ask? (Extra-Vehicular Activity. Go and read some science fiction THIS MINUTE.) Inadvisable to get caught short in a space-suit, dontcha think? SO, they donned nappies. Big, heavy-duty, man-nappies. Eeuw, and eeuw again. Honestly, they looked like proper washable nappies only in a very manly terracotta colour. I suspect, however, that the astronauts didn't spend their leisure time scraping (and parcelling up) and rinsing and washing and re-using.
In another part of the museum, Jeremy took the boys to see dinosaurs in 3D in the Imax, while Sid and I got to see Bob the Builder. Teresa, where were you when I need you!
Teresa also asked why I never posted pictures of Kit. Here's why: the wretched boy took them into town with him and wore them most of the time. People were pointing. And giggling. But look what he built - isn't it splendid.
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Sorry, I am sure everything else in your post is dually fascinating and worthy, comme toujours, but cannot focus on anything in this post other than THAT PHOTO of Kit. It made all my children react hilariously in different ways, and even brought J out of a Class 1 sulk. Thanks so much for making the world a brighter place.
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