Special post! I’ve just slowly savoured (hoovered) my first buttermilk biscuit in 13 years.
Let’s be honest. Forget cultural enlightenment, scenic wonders et al, the real reason I came here was to eat biscuits. Pic below for those of you south of the equator. Imagine the lightest, fluffiest, slightly sour scones you’ve ever (not) made.
Thanks to David’s recommendation I’m in uber cool Blacksmith cafe. You know you’re in a hip joint when first customer you see is a tall dark and handsome doctor in his scrubs. Should’ve developed sudden crippling pain in MY hip joint and collapsed at his feet.
I’m allowed to eat biscuits because I did 40 press-ups and tricep dips at park among frolicking squirrels. And walked 1.4 km along Houston’s broken footpaths. Jim explained there’s something amiss with rain+soil here that causes roads and paths to buckle, sink, crack.
Right, back onto the broken paths I go to burn one millionth of the calories I just ate. 10, 9, 8 … we’re off to the Houston (we have a problem) space centre this morning. Wonder if Elton John’ll be there.
Where I’m staying. And not wanting to leave.
They’re not exactly scaredy-cats
Guess they make pockets big in Texas
Good trip?
A picture is worth a thousand calories
Well in all these years I’ve never realised that the Mission Control of space flight was not at Cape Canaveral!
Of course! – “Houston, we have a problem…” should have alerted me to the fact that Houston is not in Florida!!!
Oh well, 50 years later…
Speaking of which. Did you know it’s about 50 years since the Apollo missions began? That there were several that were launched under that name, and that the 13th one was the subject of the movie, and that there was another one where all the crew died in a cabin fire while in training?
I would not be a good rocket man (or woman). I didn’t even know where the space centres are!!! I’d better stick to gardening (Earth.)
I think you could rewrite that sign about the guns into plain English!