Day Three, Hump Day

Join Jon - Hump Day 

Wednesday 6:00am. No alarm. A quite rustling in the bedroom.

Kids.

On hearing the first noise, I open my eyes. On hearing the second, I try to remember if it’s my turn to get up. On hearing the third, I’ve realized it is my turn and start dreaming of coffee.

Today, I do all of these things – and then slump slightly on remembering I’m just halfway through Join Jon 

No coffee but we’re half way there. It’s Hump Day 

All week I’ve been just a bit off the pace and all the convincing myself that caffeine has no affect hasn’t worked.

It’s not psychosomatic. It does work.

There’s a food and drink rhythm to work. A biorhythm. I try to keep my rhythm high tempo but this week it’s been slightly slow. To be honest, slightly bored.

I spent 4 months in rural North Ghana once, drinking water from a well and once a month or so drinking home-made beer from a woman who made it in the next village. I wasn’t bored of water then – what’s happened to me?

Let’s admit it – I’ve become accustomed to living a life full of sensory overload. Of tastes from across the world and the finest produce available. 

But let’s lets also admit that the way I live, the way we all live in the UK, is based on others not living this way.

I can only drink coffee (and tea and wine and beer and…) because someone else can’t.

I did a footprint calculator today. It told me that:

We would need 1.87 planets if everyone lived your lifestyle We only have one.

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