Day 72 - Tuesday 26th May 2020

Location: London, UK

COVID-19 / Coronavirus Outbreak

Lockdown

Here's a mad thought.

If you had to choose between a glass of tap water from the bathroom or from the kitchen, which would you choose?

The kitchen, right?

It's nonsense because they're from the same source of water. The water hasn't somehow degraded by the time it reaches the bathroom. It must be some subconscious thing our brains tell us, that the water from the kitchen is somehow better.

Except... except if you're hungover / still drunk / actually ill and water from the bathroom is the closest, then it's like sweet nectar from the gods. Water never tasted this good!

That's all.

*Apparently water in bathrooms used to come from tanks and was therefore not advisable to drink. So that's why I (and maybe you) think the way I do!

Tap water - Wikipedia

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