When I started this blog I had no idea what I would write about or the direction it would take however I did know that I didn’t want it to become a place where I bitched non-stop about little annoyance in my new country as I often find these differences amusing. One of the differences I am failing to find the humour in is the milk situation.  It’s freaking confusing.   I just want milk, milk I can add to my cup of tea or the 8 year old can have with cereal.  I want full fat, full flavoured milk.  It can’t be that hard, it comes from a cow, ends…