April 29th - Compton - Day 25

These are some nice people of the lab at IAH. Front (from left) is Chandra, Rich, Karen, me, Julie and Janene. Back is the one and only Damer. Cheers, people.

I only wish to record that the day started out fine in Compton and ended a disaster in Cambridge. I know they say that bad/sad memories are memories too, but at least I do not wish to actively keep a record of that.

April 28th - Compton - Day 24

It's a generally tiring day. Long meetings, and Damer let me help with dosing the chickens.

The facilities at IAH is very very fascinating. Labs in England fascinates me, at how elaborate and well-equipt they can be. Damer let me help him with dosing the chicken. It was my first time in a space suit, my first time in a chicken house, and my first time dosing the chicken. He joked about putting the experience on my CV as being IAH-trained in dosing chickens.

Damer invited us for dinner at his house. From IAH we went to pick up his kids at the nursery, and his son just couldn't stop crying at first sight of me. His daughter, though, was easier to befriend, and kept a lively conversation with me throughout the journey with her brother screaming at the top of his lungs all the way. I told her I must have looked like a witch to her brother. And then I asked "Do I?", to which she nods in answer. A heart-breaker, that one's going to be. A very funny kid, Donncha is, because he's immediately calmed upon reaching the house. Even let me take a picture of him, with his sister and the dog, when we were in the garden. Kids, sometimes I click with them at first sight, other times I scare the hell out of them; it's really difficult to get a consensus here.

Oh, but the dog gave in to me pretty quickly. I do have a way with dogs that never ever failed on me yet. I'm quite proud of it, yes. Well, because Tegan said that Woody Woods can sniff out a good person from a bad one. And obviously, it's a very great honour to be in a good-person list of any good dog.

Thank you, Damer, and Eve (Couldn't quite get the name, I hope it's correct.) and the kids and Woody, of course, for a wonderful evening.

April 27th - Compton - Day 23

I'm supposed to be in Compton for two days to join my boss for a meeting.

I thought the machine is going to eat my ticket today, so I took a photograph because the trainmaster's stamp had 0107 in it. That's my lucky number, you know.

I'm staying at the Crown & Horns Inn, and the room is in red. Yes, in red. I had accidentally commented that "Oh, it's red." when I was leaving my room for the IAH. And Rich asked if it was good or bad. I told him it was bad, and the next thing you know, the entire team knows I hate red rooms. Good going, Rich. But really, a red room!!! Uncle Paul should love this, his microfluidic machine is in a red room. Because the machine is UV sensitive, so there were red filter papers on the glass to filter those rays out. But I'm not UV sensitive. Why do I get sent to the red room? And it's not funny Rich, I know red is all lucky and stuff, but that' has got nothing to do with me not liking them. And it's got nothing to do with teams in red statistically doing better than teams in other colours either, Damer.

It was raining the entire afternoon. I did not pick a good day to come, apparently. But I took a walk in the slight drizzle nontheless, and found two churches quite distinct in their appearance. And I've also found the children's playground and a place called Breathing Green, where I took multiple photo and pieced them together in the panoramic view below. It's a beautiful small town, East Isley is.