You'll know what that means if you're following my promise to re-use my carrier bags for Recycle Week. I failed. Again. I forgot the bags.
I took the girls to Tesco because I promised them each a magazine as an award for being good last week. Yes, I know all that plastic junk will end up as landfill, but let me tackle one eco-issue at a time here, and not try to boil the ocean.
As they were looking over their choices, an image of the inside of our fridge popped into my mind: there was enough milk for my coffee tomorrow morning (but not cereal) and there was only one yogurt and no sliced ham for lunches. I guess I had better pick up a few items while I was here to avoid mayhem in the morning.
Damn. The bags. They were in the big handbag I take into town. Not my little wallet I had in my hand nor in the boot of the car.
After Iota challenged me to be a bit more creative, I thought again and realised I had three little girls with me and between us we had four pairs of hands. So when the checkout lady asked if we needed bags, I politely declined. I gave Alexandra the sack of apples and pears, HM carried the bananas and a bag of Doritos, Emily lugged a six-pint jug of milk, and I balanced mince, yogurts and red Leicester cheese on top of the magazines.
We got some strange looks as we walked out of Tesco, but at least I can write this post and not feel guilty.
And yes, I have put some bags in the boot of the car!
I think I'm ready for next week...
