Yesterday I let Katie walk to the corner shop (Tesco Express) with a friend. She asked if she could buy a drink. She had been a pain in the bum all morning whinging about going into town to buy stuff. She had worn us both down, so instead of trotting out my usual litany of 'if you are thirsty there is water in the tap' and 'those things are such a waste of money and natural resources' I sighed and said 'woteva'.
It wasn't until about 3 am this morning that I realised I should have looked at the bottle she bought more closely. Katie had been unable to get to sleep and rather than switching on a torch and reading a book until she felt sleepy she opted to keep the rest of us awake too. Moaning, whining, switching lights on and off and dropping books on the floor. Poor Charlie had to be up at 6.45.
When I got up (thank goodness it's half term and I could sleep in) I found the empty drinks bottle and discovered what I had begun to suspect in the wee small hours. I emailed the details to Charlie so that he could buy himself a bottle and keep awake at work.
I'm not very savvy about what soft drinks are available having never really bought them. It is something of a
shock to me to discover that the simple choice of coke, lemonade or fizzy orange has long been a thing of the past.
It seems to me that more choice equals more junk.