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04:42 - It is night. Moths pollinate garden flowers. Rattus rattus scurry around the port. The lights of Aotea Quay are reflected in the slow, black-backed-seagull-bobbing sea. 07:00 - My plums and apples are from the local organic shop and taste great, and I’m enjoying my organic soy experience. All my scraps now go into a bucket and out to the compost heap, and eventually back onto the garden. 07:30 - I hang my washing out on the line and try out my new au natural makeup, better for my skin and my soul. 08:42 - As I put my kids on the walking school bus and wait for my own bus to take me to town, I pull out the book I'm reading - couldn't do that when facing the Glenmore St traffic jams. 10:42 - I pay $3.50 for my fair trade organic flat white, happy to know that the producers of my coffee are getting a better deal. 13:30 - I check out the offerings from the latest NZ made clothing store to open near my work: funky, quality, often sustainable and definitely local. Not bad really. 14:42 - I organise a video conference with my workmates in Auckland, it's quick and easy and I don't even have to leave the office. And next time, when I can't avoid flying, I will offset my emissions. 15:42 - My old cell phone goes back to its manufacturer to be recycled, and while I do that, I question them about their corporate social responsibility programme - how do they ensure that the resources they use are ethically sourced? 17:45 - I choose organic and free range chicken, and decline plastic bags from the friendly checkout girl, opting to use the reusable ones I've brought with me instead. 19:42 - After consulting my best fish guide, I decide that kahawai is the best choice for tonight, and for desert choose fair trade chocolate. 22:22 - Sitting back watching the new tv, I wonder who is watching the old one after I donated it to the Salvation Army in the weekend. 23:42 - It is night. Erinaceus europaeus snouts around for worms and pet cats continue their nocturnal hunting. In Karori, a kiwi calls. |