The smell of bacon and coffee in the morning

On my typical morning, I wake up at 6:00am (reluctantly), claw my way downstairs and chop up; banana, apple, lime and kale for a smoothie. I’m trying to be healthy, you see, I’m 23 and I’ve realised my teenage metabolism has started to fade.

But today I struggled getting out of bed, lying back, looking at my ceiling in silence until 7:00am, my eyes struggling to stay open. I felt tired, more tired than usual. At 7:00 I pulled myself out of bed and got ready for work. Getting up this early usually meant that I had to skip breakfast, but I had convinced myself if I got out of bed before 7:01am, I would reward myself with bacon and coffee. Do any of you have to do that? Reward yourself for simple daily tasks? Is this how you adult?

Living in the North East of England, particularly Newcastle upon Tyne, means that one of your staple food groups is Greggs. With 29 stores in the city, it’s hard to avoid a cheeky Greggs breakfast every now and then. As I’m handed my bacon roll and coffee, the smell of both hit my nose. I have to admit, there is no greater smell than coffee in the morning, bitter, yet invitingly warm filling the air. But once mixed with bacon, there’s a sense of happiness that overrides a person.

Equipped with my morning coffee and bacon roll, I walk through the city centre. It’s warm today, I look at my phone, 20 degrees Celsius at 8:00am. There was something in the air though, not the humidity, it was quieter. Everyone was going about their daily lives, but the busy seemed quieter. At first, I couldn’t really put my finger on it.

Then I noticed the policemen and women. Not too many, but more than usual. Hovering around the metro stations, the shopping centre. A precaution after the terror attack in Manchester. It’s quietened the city, and shook the country. Truly, there are no words to express the sorrow I feel for the family and friends of everyone involved.

This morning brought me back to reality, we can’t just continue in our every day lives, something must change. This can’t go on.

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