If my grandchildren thought of me when they looked at the desolation that has overcome great patches of the earth and thought, ‘He knew what was happening but he did nothing about it’, I would feel deeply, deeply ashamed of myself.

This morning I opened my first box of goodies from Wikaniko. Interesting how a few basic cleaning and household products feel transformed into some kind of treat now they’re nice eco ones (so I suppose they are goodies in more ways than one, fnar). Amongst the lovely recyclable screwed up newspaper in the box was a product that I didn’t think would be much cop but equally was so inexpensive, I couldn’t resist: the magic eraser. When you rub it on your purse, it fills with coins.

With Christmas fast approaching, I’m starting to angst over those few people who are impossible to buy for. You know the type – we’ve all got at least one in the family.

In the spirit of complete honesty and transparency that I am using for this blog, I am going to start with my most awful darkest secret. Confession: I still use good (bad) old-fashioned plastic bags.

Today I have had a couple of very inspiring phone calls with a chap called Trevor who founded a company called Wikaniko (We Can Eco). Inspiring for one because he is the founder of the company and you can just ring him up.