As I wake up in a warm bed (built from a design going back to the ancient Middle East and modified in northern Europe and today made from Scandinavian pine before being exported to Australia), I throw back the sheets (made from cotton first domesticated in India but now grown, spun and sewn in China by a Hong Kong-owned company) and blankets (made of wool from sheep first tamed and herded in the Middle East but whose forebears came from Spain to Australia where the wool was grown before being exported to Taiwan on a Liberian-registered ship - crewed by Phillipinos but with United Kingdom officers - before being exported back to Australia), get out of bed and put on my slippers (much like the moccasins worn by native North Americans but today made in Malaysia). I then go to the bathroom (a more recent development of our Italian ancestors) where I wash with soap (invented by the ancient Gauls from modem day France but made from Nigerian palm oil by a Dutch-United Kingdom company with subsidiaries in almost every country of the world - and advertised on our Japanese-made televisions by a Swedish-bom Hollywood movie star) and water (purified by chemicals from Canada).
Returning to my bedroom, I dress for school with clothes (much like those worn by people in almost every country) and shoes (made in Korea for a German company from skins tanned according to a process first developed in Egypt). I look out the window to check the likely weather - cold and rainy, and decide that I had better wear something to keep me warm. Downstairs in the kitchen, I eat a bowl of cereal (original Swiss recipe made by a US-owned company out of grains first domesticated in Mexico) and drink a cup of coffee (Tanzanian "campaign coffee" - with sugar first domesticated in the Caribbean and milk from cows originally from Belgium). Realising I am running late, I rush upstairs to clean my teeth (old Chinese custom). Downstairs again, I pull on my jacket (New Zealand nylon fibre - but Katmandu brand), pick up my books (United Kingdom publisher) and head out the door to the bus (a Swedish Volvo running on Iranian diesel).