I think I've had a brief glimpse of how Africa must feel when they look at the UK and America.
There's me (Africa) eating toast for dinner, for the tenth day running, and dreaming of vegetables because I can't remember the last time I could afford to buy any. Then there's my landlady (UK+US) with so much food she can't physically eat it all and just leaves it stacked up in the fridge, rotting. It would be so easy for her to say, "I can't manage all of this, why don't you have some?" but she doesn't.
They must be so cross with us.
On the plus side, this level of skint-ness is making me really look at how wasteful I am. I know that several times in my life I've bought too much food and let at least half of it just go off. I particularly remember looking at a bunch of bananas that had started to get brown spots on them and thinking 'I could make banana bread with those', then leaving them until they turned black and became completely inedible. If time travel were possible I would go back there and shake me, and tell her how much I would give to have a few bananas right now. This feels like the kind of lesson that's gonna stay with me for the rest of my life; I guess that's at least one of the reasons for my being so poor right now.
In other news: I've worked out how to turn the heating on in the flat. 'Ecstatic' doesn't even begin to cover how I feel about this.
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