Do you remember a couple of weeks ago I wrote about becoming less tolerant as I grew older...turning into a grumpy old woman really.
Now I'm thinking not only am I growing grumpier, but I'm also getting more and more concerned about what we eat. Actually, not just what we eat, but stuff like washing powder for instance.
I bought a packet of washing powder yesterday...it's supposed to smell of Lavender and Jasmine but does no such thing...when I opened it I actually had a coughing fit from the smell and the fine dust it gave off. There was a time when I only ever bought eco-friendly washing powder...but it simply isn't powerful enough to get Himselfs jeans clean or stuff like tea towels that I'm really fussy about...they have to be spotless. Am I doing it all wrong I wonder...ought I soak the tea towels overnight before putting them in the machine...or should I boil them. That's easy enough after all with the range lit.
Don't really know why I'm asking...perhaps it's because I'd like some sort of confirmation that I'm not alone in loathing modern washing powders...especially when there appears to be little, if any, alternative.
We go back to cost again...another factor to consider when the packet of powder I bought was €4 'enough for thirty washes' or so it says...and the eco-powder was exactly €8 for a pack half the size.
I'm also now in the habit of putting a load through the rinse cycle again after it's finished...if I don't, everything smells so strongly and feels as though there is still powder in the fabric...
And food causes me all manner of the jitters...I've just been pulling the chicken to bits to make a curry for Himselfs supper tonight...and it is horrid. I'd cooked it for last night and used the best part, so what is left is the grotty bits...seriously greasy and with a kind of jellylike substance around the legs. And there are so many places where it's discoloured from bruising...caused by rough handling when it was caught.
I 'm worried when I can't find Dolphin friendly tuna and read labels to see what the main ingredient is on absolutely everything...and it veers towards water first and then lashings of sodium. I've bought a couple of tins of fancy biscuits recently for the Christmas...Himself likes biscuits so fancy chocolate and jammy filled ones are a treat. Then I read the ingredients and don't know what three-quarters of them are and can't pronounce them either...
When I'm feeling out of sorts I think it doesn't much matter whether he eats a chemical cocktail when he tucks into a choccy biscuit...or sits down to a chicken curry of chicken meat that's bruised and probably stuffed with heaven knows what...but in my more rational moments...and those are few and far between...I really do want to join the sandal wearing Hippies who live on lentils and hug trees.
It is almost as though there is a conspiracy to make you buy foods that are simply bad for you...the special offers invariably point to huge pizzas and bags of oven chips...our local supermarket heaves with ready meals, everything from bacon and cabbage to a full roast beef dinner...
Stand in front of the cleaning section and your mind simply boggles from the over-whelming choice...but there is nothing plain and simple...it's all heavily scented and with additives to remove stains and to kill germs...
I suppose that I'm now more aware of the amount of sheer cruelty involved in slaughtering animals for food...of the chemicals used to scent a product to wash our clothes...of the careful way we are manipulated by supermarket chains to buy products we feel we simply have to have...
But the dust balls mount up while I'm sewing and sometimes the dust on the mantelpiece is thick enough to compose a novel on its surface, so maybe I'm fussing about food additives and smelly washing powder and simply not getting my priorities' in order.