Middle class dilemmas

I filter through the rubbish to get three separate bags to take down to the bins and to recycle as much of our waste as possible. All my journeys are within the town and I walk all of them. On the occasional car journey, normally once a week, I am passenger in a journey that that’s long enough for the car’s engine to have got up to maximum efficiently. Food is rarely wasted and clothes less so. I take heed of the adverts on television advising against the wasteful use of water; taking quick showers once every two days. i try to follow the Red Ken mantra: when it’s yellow... much to the annoyance of others.

The Independent, The Guardian and even El País would be very happy and proud. I have a dirty secret though. A large smut covered skeleton in my closet.

This year I’ve taken 15 short haul flights, not only the most I’ve ever done in a year, may be even equal to the total number of flights in my life before I arrived in Spain.

I feel guilty about it, obviously not guilty enough to change my behaviour, but guilty enough to not mention all the flights I’ve been taking on here or to some of my more green friends. Then I read an article which says that air companies fly planes whether there are passengers on board or not, to make sure they keep hold of that flight path, making sure they keep hold of that path, waiting for such a time that they do have passengers. Whether I had flown or not would have made no net difference to the pollution in the air. I’d like to be disgusted or enraged, but these would be a tad hypocritical, so for now it helps me to sleep at night knowing that on Thursday, when I fly to Cardiff for a stag weekend as far as the atmosphere is concerned it makes no difference whether or not I fly

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