Okay, so a lot of the time I love Britain. It’s a me thing. But in this case, it’s specific. Agencies controlling food standards and safety have ordered baby milk (formula) manufacturers to stop putting claims like “next best thing to breast milk” on their packaging. They can’t say, “Helps support the immune system.” They can’t say, “helps growth and the immune system.” Even if these things are true they cannot print them on their packaging because it may be undermining the push toward greater numbers of breastfeeding moms. Yay!
Yup. I’m torn between “err, it’s kind of resort-y” and “Oh my Gosh,
it’s keen! We each get personal submarines! We can feed fish at our
room window by pushing a button on our control console! Each suite is
independently able to be lifted to the surface in case of emergency!”
Everything is exclamationy.
Because you know you want to.
Look at me. I’ve got that yellow tape across my chest from bursting through the finish line. My story’s not quite done, but the NaNoWriMo folks don’t care: I hit 50,000 words and they gave me this keen icon. Wasn’t that nice?
Now, to finish the story and find a nice dark drawer to put it in for the next year, or maybe ten…
It’s Senegal, plus India, plus Brazil, plus biofuel. Everyone works together. It makes me happy. I know, I’m easily pleased. Link Now I’m off to find out what jatropha is…
… finally, I bring you the next installment of the 20,000 Leagues Under the Covers quilt. Yes, it’s a stupid name but it has stuck. So be it. Want to see more? Here’s a quick teaser:
For even more (what? Didn’t that tell you everything you needed to know?), read on. Continue reading