Unfortunately, I don’t possess the necessary upgrades for that. A request to my wife resulted in the sort of facial expression that made me fear for my safety and a trip to the local supermarket to enquire ended in an awkward conversation with the police.
But I did buy a selection of chocolate milk and ice-coffee, along with a pottle of live yoghurt with extra hippies in it for the starter culture. So it’s a go. I could be onto the Next Big Thing here.
