Carbon footprint – here’s my two’penny’s worth
Despite potentially being hounded by a gazillion ozone fundamentalists I feel I must share my thought on this in light of hellish train journey today.
The day started rather wonderful as I woke up to the sound of birds singing. I was feeling excruciatingly virtuous knowing I was saving the earth by taking a train to Taunton then onwards to Coventry over a period of 4 days for a road show. As I would have been travelling alone in my car anyway it made government approved sense (and certified entry into heaven) to take the economic, earth saving decision to take public transport. What my angelic decision did not consider was the amount of freaking baggage I would have to try and lug up and down numerous flights of stairs, in the heat with no trusty steed or knight in shining armour willing to assist. Had I actually sat down and considered the size of luggage against width of the aisles on a train I seriously would have admitted green defeat and gone by car. I did not have the option to travel light like a funky boho momma. I have 4 days of clothing to take (its summery weather here and I need clean and fresh daily) plus I have all my demo stuff, my tools, my shoes…. A girl has to have shoes but only 3 pairs and I did put two pairs back. Downsizing is the new black in our house. So other than the nightmare of travelling by car and suffering clutch and accelerator cramp (let alone brake cramp and indeed butt cramp) I had little option but to take the train. And besides it was cheaper on the fuel front even though I am on expenses (so brownie points to me really. The accounts payable department of DO will be impressed and surely upgrade me to first class on all future excursions for my thriftness).
And as I sit on my front facing seat complete with table for my lap top (in this case table top – oh and I get a socket to recharge for **free**….but not so green, right?) I think of the luxury of being able to sit back and relax. Or am I really relaxed? No. Because the luggage storage is 8 seats back and I am fretting that some wee tinker might steal my suitcase and my fabbo pink and brown rolling tote (full of BG and doodlebug I may add – you see my dilemma, don’t you?). Not to mention my Big Bite, Cropadile and other delightful things that could be flogged down “said thief’s” local pub for the cost of a few pints. I mean, my hubby knows the value of a few packs of BG stamps as Im sure potential thieves do… those buggers go for millions given the right buyer.
So I start to think of my own personal carbon footprint for my health – the damage I am doing to myself in light of all this. Heart failure at thought of luggage being stolen, anxiety over potentially missing my connecting train, stress of having to negotiate getting off the train with two massive pieces of baggage and cystitis (the fear of leaving my seat to go and spend a penny in case some other lil tinker decides to snaffle my laptop and indeed my seat. Maybe next time I will pack some Ocean Spray). Its not healthy to worry about CF. And besides my carbon foot print this year has gone to pot and now Im afraid that the local government environmental officer will come pounding at my door and give me a years community service cleaning doggy poopy from our local park. Never again will I make reservations for trains with that amount of luggage. I should have learned my lesson in Florence and Paris on the luggage front and to add insult to injury, my bloody handle came off in Paris and all I was left to pull the case was a nasty, sharp piece of metal. I really wanted to die at that point.
Jane Cresswell (her name is Jane Egan Cresswell but that’s too long to type at times and I am making a point of mentioning this only once just so that I don’t confuse you by calling her just Jane (thus you thinking it was Jane Dean) so no longer will I have time to spell Jane Egan-Cresswell in future… too many vowels and that would seriously deplete any alpha sticker pack, wouldn’t it?) and I laughed so hard when that handle fell off that I considered bladder surgery on my return to the UK. It suffered some real damage that weekend and funnily enough we were with Jane Dean in parts for the while trip. But I really am talking about JC at the point where we laughed so hard when my handle came off. Did I tell you about the part where my handle came off? Gah!
Where was I?
I read in the Telegraph last week about two women whose life was compared in favour (or not) of carbon foot printing. I appreciate the science and good will behind it, I really do but its all too much too late. At this rate we will all be dead in 2050 from the heat of the earth after the ozone collapses or drowned by the polar ice caps melting and the earth being under several feet of water (grim reaper, anyone?) I will try and adhere to the concept but to be honest with you, unless somebody makes it the law it will fall into the ignorance category of most of your lives. So anyway, the comparison was that one woman will try and adhere to the guidelines and one woman already does live by this regime. Nothing new there in a comparative study. One does and one might. It just made me laugh and I can’t really comment on it … its too damn controversial. Just thought I’d mention it but reading back on this last paragraph, it’s a bit boring. But still……………….
The moral of the story is this. Next time I want to go anywhere that is greener than going by car perhaps I should just shove my luggage on the back of my broomstick and fly down. With a carton of ocean spray and a socket for my laptop of course.
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