Last days for @40hourfamine donations.. donate or else!

Did you promise to donate? Still thinking about it? Want to help, but don't know how? Feeling guilty cos you didn't donate much to charity last financial year? Want to look better for the accountant next year? Or just know that this is a great thing to do, and know it will make you feel great?

Well, now's the time to do something about it!

Donations for the 40 hour famine close on the 30th September. That's THIS SUNDAY!

Now, remember the sacrifices the three of us made (my arms, oh my arms) and the scorch mark on the carpet (phew!), and think about all the millions of people in developing countries who live like that (and worse) day in, day out, with no end in sight.

They need our help.

So, stop feeling guilty, do something about it, make a difference, and get thee to OUR DONATION PAGE and make that donation. Just $40 is enough to feed a family of five for a month. A little bit for us, means so much for them.

Don't wait...

Don't hesitate...

Don't dilly...

Or dally...

Go...

NOW!!!!!

Donate or else... millions of children will continue starving, will continue living in poverty, will continue to live in ways we can barely even imagine.

@40hourfamine all finished!

Finished off with a lovely bowl of homemade strawberry yoghourt.

Not only did we give up electricity, but also gave up processed and pre cooked food and made everything from scratch, including grinding our own flour!

If you haven't already, please read our blog to see all the interesting stuff we did, and you'll find the link to donate to the cause.

$40 will feed a family of five for a month, we only need five of you to donate that much, and we meet our target!

40 Hours is over, but we're still going..

The boys decided they wanted to keep going. I'm having a nap, or attempting to. Day two wrap up will follow shortly!

A feast or a famine?

Lunch is served!

Chicken and potato soup with leftover chicken from yesterday, and made with the stock from cooking said chicken (which gave us three meals plus leftover soup for dinner).

Bread made with 25% hand ground wheat on the side.

With your choice of:

Yoghourt Cheese from homemade yoghourt hung overnight.

Butter made by hand.

This meal was so filling we are postponing desert until afternoon tea.

Dessert.

Homemade yoghourt, flavoured with homemade strawberry sauce made with handmade butter.

Food for thought.

I finally get to sit down for the first time today. I have been lugging hot water from kitchen to laundry and sink, washing underwear, getting bread made from floor we ground ourselves risen and in the oven, working on chicken and veg soup, and strawberry sauce to go in yoghourt made with our hand made butter.

The house is filling with the aroma of baking bread. It is so worth it!

But it is such hard work without all those gadgets we take for granted and without processed food. This meal has been two days in the making! For the majority of the world, this is normal. We ARE extremely privileged by pure luck of having been born into the life we have. I've given up all this 'stuff' but I still have good food, a roof over my head, my family are safe and healthy, and well educated. If I run out of something, tomorrow I can zip to the shop and buy it with the virtual money on a plastic card. I have unions to negotiate for better pay at work, and a government that at least sometimes listens.

Food for thought.

The washer woman

Hamish helping hand wash our unmentionables. He says that getting his sleeves wet is all part of the deal!

Cheese and coffee done the 40 hour famine way

The boys slept better than they ever have. An extraordinary twelve hours! Unfortunately, I didn't, sleep, much, but that's beside the point.

Up at 6:30 to deal with bread dough and yoghurt, err, yoghourt, darn predictive (my children Morgan and garnish will attest to that frustration!)

And pictured is yoghourt cheese and the left over whey. Normally I would google to find out what I can do with it, rather than waste it. I vaguely remember it being good for skin as an astringent and exfoliant, due to the lactic acid. I'll have to dig around the bookshelves, see what I can find.

Oh, and coffee, a latte really, figured I deserved one, made by boiling our free trade coffee grounds in milk, not as good as a real one, but certainly appreciated.

I'm loving the quiet. No TV. Boys in separate rooms, so not arguing. Oh, except for Hamish's fighting gun type noises over the Lego box, asked him what it was, it's none of my business! Be told, woman! But it is a nice noise, amazing the sound effects that come out of a seven year old boy.

I have, however, become hyper sensitive to the sounds of water coming to the boil. The skills one picks up eh?