does anyone know where I can buy cotton wool? like cotton balls, or even a big roll of soft, absorbent fluff made out of real cotton instead of icky rayon “absorbent puffs”? I don’t remember ever having this problem in canada before, but it seems that all the cotton balls have disappeared out of the shops and have been replaced by nasty synthetic puffs. at our local grocery in ireland you could buy real cotton in about a dozen different forms – pleats, puffs, pads, rolls and on sticks (as in q-tips).
also, I can’t find any omega-3 eggs here. I only started eating them recently because I didn’t trust them until I read that they increase the omega-3 levels by feeding the chickens really healthy food that is high in omega-3 oils. good for the chickens, good for me – yes please, I’ll have some of those eggs. but not even the fancy organic foods supermarket here carries them. I’m confused. maybe they only treat chickens well in europe.
house hunting is turning out to be a pain, as always. it would be easier with a car, as one of the hardest parts is getting around the city trying to find the houses, and finding the time to do so. how do you decide which places to go view? based on how you feel that day, whether they satisfy a certain number of criteria or just a few high priority criteria, whether they are nearby, cheap, have attractively written ads or charming agents managing them? In an ideal world, I would go to see as many as I possibly could, thereby increasing my chances of finding something good. if there is one great place in every 10 dank holes then I don’t mind seeing many more dank holes to find that perfect place.
but alas, I live in a world of finite energy. by 8pm every night I am pretty much reduced to a child myself, cranky and needing a nice bath and my blankie. there was a “garden level” suite being shown tonight that I thought looked promising – good neighbourhood, garden, cats welcome and three bedrooms. however, the open house was at 9pm. by 9pm I hope to be in my pyjamas drinking camomile tea, not dragging beatrice out onto the bus to look at some “garden level” suite that might be really nice but also might be a dank, lightless basement. but maybe we’ve just given up that perfect house that would be a nice short commute for tom, near to amenities for myself and bea, and a with a back garden for louis to hunt birds. how do you know until you’ve seen it?
If anyone else out there has a system for house hunting I’d love to hear it. we’re going on the luck, sweat and tears approach at the moment and it’s a bit exhausting.

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