Isn’t getting up in the early hours exhausting? The excruciating creek of bones as you rise from your slumber, the addictive urges of some of the finest tinned Nescafe, the effort of strolling from your bedroom to the bathroom, the making of the bed (crying as you straighten each corner of the duvet as if you are doing some form of community service) the making of the breakfast and even the communicating to your other half, with half hearted answers and grunting responses. What a grueling task. No wonder us Brits think the snooze button is one of the most ingenius ideas. I am currently learning how to get the most of my days, as at the moment, at least for me, there just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in a day to fill my every desire, dream and ambition. Always something to do. If we didn’t have to incorporate eating into our lives I’m sure we would all have an extra 2 hours or so. Never have we spent so much time, chopping, peeling, prepping and munching.




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