Guilty pleasures

[ailbhe]

My worst one has to be baths.

Second to that is buying food, usually bagels, from mainstream supermarkets, especially Tesco, which I've finally caved in and done this month. Not a whole grocery shop, but bits and pieces.

And first-hand toys, especially ones with plastic in, especially if they don't offset the evil by being from Oxfam or UNICEF or similar.

I'm not really ashamed of any of it, but I do recognise it as being in direct opposition to my ideals, and I try to minimise it. Except the baths. I've had a bath (varying depths, but more than a shower) most days this past fortnight.

What do you do that you know you oughtn't?

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[radegund.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Sad pig. We have a tradition now of having a piggy lunch with K of a Monday, which is lovely, as K eats such an infinitesimal subset of foods that it's really quite startlingly rare to share a meal with her. I found organic rashers in M&S, but we all thought they tasted vile, whereas we really like Shaw's.

Also, Maya Gold. But I've cut right down. This is easier than it might be, given that Fiachra still gets (what I presume is) a caffeine high if I have more than a tiny amount of chocolate.

Other than that, I'm having a hard time coming up with pleasures, as such. Owning a car, shopping in Superquinn, consistently failing to get up and running with cloth nappies, etc. - these things are more about staving off total death of cope than anything else.

But, oh, brightly coloured children's clothes, bought new. For the dyes and pesticides, as well as the labour.

I definitely don't count baths, because when I'm having them regularly I'm in so much less pain that I consider them genuinely therapeutic.