I am living in a gray world, surrounded by gray – textures and shades of gray: not quite 50 but if this continues, we will reach the 50 shades eventually. Even the white nylon sheet suspended over our entrance is now gray. The workmen hung it up today, probably to catch any dust or dirt that might fall from the building, the sun arrived and reflected the complete gray background onto the material and so we are grey in gray. Even the pants I am wearing at the moment are dark gray and the t-shirt light gray. But today we had a blue sky.