One of the most obvious effects of having given up caffeine completely is that, after four days of 24-hour headaches, I started to sleep. Oh yes I sleep, and how I sleep! Naps in the afternoon at the weekend, snoozes on the couch in the evening, and once even on the way back from work on the tube. I think I might have dribbled a bit. I hope I did not fart.
Until today, my favourite ‘me’ time was left untouched. Bright and early at 5.30AM, day after day, I answer the call of the bladder, look at the time and rejoice in the fact that I’ve got one and a half hours to do exactly what I want to do. That is when I reply to emails, check Facebook, read feeds and news, catch up with recorded TV and with stuff on iPlayer, listen to new music and plan the day ahead.
The other morning I went for the usual early morning slash… and I went back to bed. Until 7. And then I had to do what everybody else does, which is get ready very quickly and rush through the door.
On one hand, I did not like it. Leisure is always preferable to pressure.
On the other hand, I managed to do the essential tasks I had to in about fifteen minutes, instead of diluting them into ninety minutes of perfecly useless (but one hundred per cent pleasing) surfing.
If only I did not feel fantastic without caffeine, I’d have a triple expresso just because it’s more fun.