Waiting in the queue to pay for my groceries in the supermarket where ‘every little helps’, I realised I’d forgotten to bring a carrier bag.
As I reached the checkout, the young cashier glanced at me and asked if I would like a bag.
I nodded and she then announced that plastic bags weren’t good for the environment and that whilst walking along the beach recently she had to rescue a gull caught up in one.
I agreed with her comment, but explained that I’d forgotten to bring a bag on this occasion.
Then she asked why was it that only young people did the ‘green thing’?
I could feel the blood rising and was just about to give her what for when the friend with me looked at her and said: ‘So you don’t think us more mature folk care or the environment then?
‘In my day we returned our milk, pop and beer bottles to the shop, which then sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilised and then refilled.
‘The same bottles were used over and over again, well and truly recycled.’
I remember returning my Corona bottles to the Bottle and Jug in Mill Road, Fareham and receiving 5p.
I saved Coca Cola cans and took them to the recycling place at Broadcut and I also collected Smith’s crisp packets to help the World Wildlife Fund.
In my older friend’s day, they walked upstairs and there were no escalators in stores that required power.
They never had a car and walked everywhere or they took a bus for longer excursions.
Back then parents washed nappies – babies were certainly not ‘Pampered’ then.
Clothes didn’t go in an energy-gobbling machine, but were dried by wind and solar power.
Our entertainment was a black-and-white TV with a screen the size of a cornflake packet.
In the kitchen food was stirred and hand-whisked – no electric gadgets that did everything for you.
So you see Miss Smarty-Pants, we do know all about that ‘green thing’.
Oh, and next time I’ll endeavour to remember a bag!