So we’re creatures of habit. Shame most of mine are bad. Like:
I don’t hang up my clothes – I build woolly-polyester mountains by my bed instead.
I make bad choices on eBay when I’m bored.
I drink only half a cup of tea.
I never drink only half a glass of wine.
I wear odd socks and don’t turn off wall sockets.
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All of these pale in comparison to my boyfriend’s chief bad habit – leaving towers of gnarly toenail clippings on the coffee table for me to discover in the morning. Or, worse, for visitors to chance upon.
But since being diagnosed with coeliac disease, I have had to force myself into some good habits. And it has been hard. Checking ingredients on every single label. Becoming the crumb Gestapo. Constant hand washing and kitchen surface wiping. Not dipping contaminated knives into jars of jam.
Little everyday things… but things requiring me to put in a bit more thought and a bit more elbow grease than comes naturally. It makes me wonder how teenagers cope who have to suddenly clean up their food act.
I’ve had to force others in my house (and beyond) into better habits too. And, to be fair, they’ve fallen into line pretty well.
If only the same could be said about the toenails.
By Kay Harrison – coeliac disease