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 up in a plastic milk bottle or if you are old school in a cardboard container with a push spout but NO not here in Canada.