A day spent as ‘poor’ in a real-life example of world poverty. I woke up to nothing more than a bowl of porridge and a prospect of nothing but a bread roll and a baked potato for the rest of the day. It was kind of fun in a weird way. I kind of enjoyed watching how the ‘rich’ and ‘medium’ people tried to ease our ‘poverty’ but having the satisfaction of being able to say no! Not at all what the exercise was meant to teach, I’m sure, but I felt a weird sense of ‘I don’t want your charity’ which I’m sure I wouldn’t have felt if it was real life poverty, but I suppose I have a better undersrtanding of ‘give a man a fish and feed him for a day, give him the means to catch a fish and he’ll feed his family for a lifetime’.
A little nap on the sofa with the buzz of people around me. Hardly sociable, but I love that sleepy feeling!
A chance to chat with a friend from uni and find out for myself how she’s changed.
