I’m not going to lie, I’m overwhelmed.Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Blindfolded”
It’s late and I’m locked in debate with a vegan friend; he’s convinced he can encourage me to make the switch. However, his argument is as badly pitched as Melania Trump’s controversial coat choice last year. Continue reading “Plastic diaries – Unintentionally Veggie”
It’s the final night of my dry – single -use -plastic January. And I think you know, I know, we all know that this isn’t just for January, it’s for life. I can’t go back, I know too much now.
Some said it would be expensive, others said it would be impossible, then there were those who were just plain curious.Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Not Just for January”
I. Am. Livid.
I spent a full ten minutes in the frozen aisle today, carefully selecting my plastic-free, lazy-cooking meal as if I thought I was a judge on X-factor about to change somebody’s life. Only to arrive home and discover it’s bagged in plastic. It feels equivalent to my metaphorical X-factor protégé posting a career-destroying tweet before the final, it just should never have happened.Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Deception”
Like Donald Trump is determined to get his wall, I’ve been determined to get cheese without plastic and I’ve made an extra special food trip for it.
I beadily eye up all the beautiful stacks of cheese presented to me behind the glass.
‘I’ve given up plastic’Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Can’t Touch This”
“I’m doing you a favour”.
He scowls at me from behind the safety of the bar. This is crazy.
“We aren’t allowed to serve you glass at this time”.
I glance at my watch. It’s 21:30. I hadn’t realised the UK’s drinking problem was so bad that we could be infantilised as soon as watershed hit.
My period arrived today. So glad I started using Mooncups two years ago. Thank you. Next.
I haven’t gone to the extremes of not using products that I already own, that would almost be a double waste. Toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, soap, cleaning products, clothes detergent, dishwasher tabs, toilet roll and other offending items were all already in my flat and opened before January first. So they are passable…for now.Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Guilt”
Day 2 and breakfast is fast becoming my least favourite meal.Continue reading “Plastic Diaries – Breakfast”