A Day of Contrasts

Not long done my sous chef thing for dinner. I had to open a new 400g bag of garam masala from my secret spice stash. yummy smell.  Some things easily available in the UK are harder to find here but thanks to a 100 euro order on amazon I managed to replenish my spice stash a while back. I have kilner jar after kilner jar of the stuff.  In an hour or so I will rattle up a jalfrezi.

We heard that our wood burner is due for delivery next week so it has been all hands to the pump to get the wall ready. I have been filling it and today hand sanding it. I looked a little like a ghost albeit with sweat trickles. It is hard manual labour and then I looked up this on the internet:

My patent application just got published…a day of contrasts..

From the deep pungent brown garam masala to the ghostly white sandings off the wall. I kept imaging aboriginal body paint and didgeridoos whilst I was sanding. I can almost hear them now.

So let us add another contrast:

One can see that the flow is actually a series of discrete events….blending into each other, each a snapshot of the fleeting yet eternal now.

hmnn…