I gave in. I ate some of the chocolate. I brought it back from Nicaragua waaay back toward the start of the year for a chocolate tasting night. But it doesn’t look like it will happen any time soon. 70% chocolate marbled together with 50% white chocolate. If you ever visit Granada in Nicaragua then try out the Chocolate Museum. Suddenly the world seems a brighter place.
I’ve put in my order for 50 gabions and rocks to fill them. I’ve designed an easily defendable maze entry to my house using them to make sure my toilet paper supply remains secure. And I am waiting for the postcrete to make an underground safe for my hand sanitiser.
I was watching an advert earlier for a fabric cleaner. It claimed to make whites 10 shades lighter. The scientist in me had trouble with that. White is white, there are no shades of white. Okay, the International Commission on Illumination has something called whiteness, but there certainly are no shades, just a continuous scale.
Lots of almost whites look white until you place them together with a true white. In a world with no right and wrong how do we judge where we are on a sliding scale? Where do we find our reference points?