This plastic thing is one heck of a lot tougher than I expected. I mean, have you ever tried to buy loo roll in anything else other than a plastic wrapper? I was up and down the bog paper aisle of Tesco in Tain but to no avail. Whether you buy four rolls, six rolls, or a massive great number, they all come heavily wrapped in plastic. Gah.
What to do? Can you still get the hard stuff (was it called Izal?) that came in a cardboard box? Well I certainly couldn’t find any. The case continues. I hope I won’t have to stoop to ‘Steptoe & Son’ torn up bits of newspaper on a nail besides the loo!
On Sunday I was a good boy however, I bought a glass bottle of gin and a glass bottle of tonic, purely for medicinal purposes you understand. I put them in the poacher’s pocket of the big hairy jacket that my son-in-law Paddy gave me a few years ago and proceeded for the door of Tain’s Asda.
What happened next I’m not sure but unknown to me one bottle managed to break the other and I had gin pouring down my trouser leg as I headed for the car. Lord knows what people thought. Luckily the bottom half of the bottle was in tact and I had enough left to steady myself after the awful shock with two large ones. (Having carefully filtered the gin for broken bits of glass).
But I digress. I’ve given my word that I shall try to take plastic down to zero. If I can’t then I’ll do my best.
Wednesday 6th March, the first day of Lent. Today I am giving up buying food and drink in plastic packaging. I’ve decided to do this following an approach by Tearfund, a Christian charity which is campaigning to stop the world choking itself in plastic waste.
I got off to a great start, but I’m bound to say it went a bit wrong after that. My breakfast in the House of Commons came on a china plate and I ate it with a steel knife and fork. So far so good (except – did the bacon and the eggs come in plastic packaging before they were cooked? Very probably. Clearly this is going to be harder than I thought.)
Then you know, I kind of forgot about it, what with Prime Minister’s Questions and all that.
I bought myself a spot of lunch – and then, gah! I had unthinkingly bought myself a plastic bottle of juice. This was pointed out to me on my return to my upstairs office.
So, deeply embarrassed, I threw the empty plastic bottle across the room into the recycling bin.
Except that I didn’t. My aim is notoriously bad and it flew straight out of the open window to land somewhere four floors below. Oh dear. Note to self – ‘must try harder’.