Working 12-hour days in the lab hasn’t left much exciting to write about the last few days in Farnborough, but here are some odds and ends.
Walking back late one night, the only other soul on the road was a fox darting across the road into the hedges. I saw another one the next night on a TV news show; a man had adopted an injured fox that had become an exceptionally docile pet. It sat on his lap and purred like a cat, looking quite content.
Food has swung back and forth between typical and Atypical English Food. At the office park cafe, we had shepard’s pie and the requisite fish and chips. One rushed evening we settled for the hotel restuarant with chicken and a side of totilla chips (!). Last night, with more time to tromp around, we finally located a Thai restaurant with some spicy dishes. Restaurants here seem fairly deserted during the week, perhaps due to the fact that “take-away” places outnumber them by a good margin.
Tonight I catch the train to London for the weekend, where there will definitely be less work, hopefully less rain, and undoubtedly a bit more excitement.
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