My grandmother used to grasp my hand firmly every time we crossed the road ... even after I'd grown up and become a mother myself . And when she had to take her eyes off me for a minute , I apparently had a Guardian Angel , who she'd personally vetted and passed fit for service .
The warm , fuzzy feeling of being safe from any slight harm carried on till my teens , when I promptly made it my life's work to avoid the sensible and safe .
But now it's 2015 , the world has changed and Health and Safety have taken up Granny's role .
This last few days I've been warned about 'functional sharp points' on an otherwise perfect packet of colour pencils ...
and of the possibility of a problem with my box of Free Range Eggs . Under Possible Allergens , it baldly said EGGS .
Good to know , though I was more alarmed by the fluorescent white shells . Perhaps next time , they could include the word Leghorn prominently on the box , as well ...
The new packaging on Hema's cold meat range pulls no punches either The smoked chicken fillet might , apparently , have traces of , among other substances : fish, shellfish , beef , carrots , coriander , invertebrates , kamut and oats . Fish ??
I briefly wondered about the warning on the folder in Husband's new medicine , too .
Unsuitable for people with beards ?
No . It seems to be "Avoid if you can't swallow tablets" ... just in case you'd missed the word TABLETS on the box . Husband has survived .
But I think the leaflet in a sample tube of Diaclin foot cream , being handed out the other day at the chemist , wins this week's prize for customer care . Should I ever overcome my reluctance to indiscriminately firebomb any and all bacteria that might find themselves on my insteps , I hope I'd be able to work out how to apply the stuff all by myself .
But I'm still comforted to think they care . I feel cocooned , in fact ....