I've decided to go green and dispense with the evil plastic bag. I've been working towards this great day for ages - and I'm the proud owner of countless "bags for life" that seem to have had a life of one shopping trip, as I forget them at home or leave them in the boot of the car. But yesterday I was given a particularly lovely hessian bag to spur me on.
This morning I set off round town with my lovely (if a bit scratchy - no pain no gain) bag stuffed full of my quite extensive collection of "bags for life".
I did the weekly shop and sent it off to customer collect and then went around town to get a few bit and pieces I needed.
At the first shop I bought a couple of tops - smuggly putting them straight into my bag. At second shop, I bought a book - straight into bag.
But this was where unease started to grow - the sales assistant in the third shop eyed me up and down as they added a CD to my haul. I felt I needed to go round showing them receipts to prove I wasn't some sort of dare devil shoplifter, challenging them to ask me if I'd paid for all those goods they could see languishing in my bag....