What’s this site about?
This site is to draw attention to the habits of UK retail staff who lick their fingers to help them open the bag they give you for your shopping. This gives you a little free gift of their spittle to take home with your groceries.
Here in the East of England I continually encounter this habit at stores operated by Tesco, Morrison, Sainsbury ASDA and Waitrose. I’ve tried suggesting to staff that this is not acceptable, I’ve given stores feedback where I’ve found feedback cards and surveys, and I’ve suggested this as an area for attention by trading standards. Am I the only person offended by this?
Have bags got more difficult to open as stores have made them in some way less damaging to the environment? Are staff actually trained to lick their fingers to open the bags? Is this all part of the movement to get us to bring out own bags and not ask for plastic bags in the store?
I recently encountered a member of staff in one shop who had one of those little sponges in a plastic pot to moisten her fingers to open bags – a much better proposition than fingerlicking….. but is even that necessary?
You can generally open these bags quire easily by pulling the handles apart slightly and then using the little tabs that pop up in the sides. Have staff lost the art of doing this?






Crowborough Hospital Fete #8: the star find. Vintage satin kimono with wonderful embroidery front and full-length down the back, a beautiful blue and in excellent condition. I do not need another kimono (I have several lovely ones already). I do not even wear such garments around the house. I shall, however, simply hang it on display in the spare bedroom and admire it.
Crowborough Hospital Fete #7: another perfect fit. Quite prim and proper, but beautifully-cut and an unusual shape with its cheong sam-style high neck (it’s from Thailand, and a thick, strong cotton). Probably ’60s, it comes to the knee and is surprisingly flattering around the shoulders and upper arms. Such a shame it’s so… pink and patterned.
Crowborough Hospital Fete #6: the perfect fit. Whereas the short shift (below) was all wrong, this evening frock could have been made for me. The neckline drapes in a Grecian style, the waist is – for once – in the right place and the ankle-length skirt swirls away. Probably ’60s, it’s chiffon over a moss-green lining, and is minus its sash, but I’ve got several which would do.
Crowborough Hospital Fete #5: another non-starter as it’s too big and shapeless, making me look dumpy, frumpy (and stumpy). Otherwise, a nice early ’60s crepe short-sleeve shift with cotton flowered trim.
Crowborough Hospital Fete #4: the cream theme. Not my colour, I have decided, and it’s too tight around the arms. Shame, as this knee-length dress – ’60s, the label suggests – is a rather spectacular shape, with shawl-like collar, nipped-in waist and knife-pleated skirt. It’s raw silk up top, nylon from the waist down, with covered buttons neck to navel.
Crowborough Hospital Fete #3: long green evening dress, 1960s or ’70s. All the dresses I bought were donated by the same elderly lady, apparently, who must have been close to me in size and shape – tall, too. This bright green sleeveless number has a fancy satin bow and long chiffony train-effect down the back, but is plain and shift-like at the front.