I live in Merseyside, happy to chat  🙂 xx

I swear... if she's a hunter this lil' sheep will cross oceans to hunt ya!!!

Layton (Elizabeth Layton was a women who painted to deal with her mental health problems, her art is amazing!)

I have a slight advantage.  I already own my "next" house and, after the tenants' lease finishes in spring, I'll be able to strategically reposition certain, ah, "supplies" from one place to another under my own steam and we won't be moving in a single day.  One of my plans is to get through an entire life without the trauma of trying to move out of one house and into another on the same day as a property sale/property purchase:  so far, so good against that objective. The exercise still isn't entirely without challenges:  Prior to hiring men and a truck, I will be limited to what can be carried in either or our (modestly sized) cars and the properties ARE around 120km apart.  Also, as a card-carrying member of the "compulsory night nappy" club now, it's not like I can completely strip my "old" house of infrastructure.  I would wet the bed for sure.  I'm sure there will still be one zillion logistical challenges though. I'm strongly suspect they are drop-shipped straight out of China and never know the crisp, maple-leaf-strewn dawns of Toronto but yes, who knows.  I can't see my beloved for going for this career 2.0 though.  I also think that my primary supplier isn't ripping anybody off.  It's just that he lacks scale and it is a single-point-of-failure supply chain: fine for recreational use but as dependency grows, something I should plan for. I can remember running some back-of-the-envelope calculations with another DD member I had dinner with some years ago (he was from the business world) and we swiftly worked out that this was no pot of gold anyway. In what will probably be the rest of this week's update, I've been well reminded that full time cloth nappies can be high maintenance!  Apart from waddling around in a vaguely “Baby Huey” configuration: 1.       The Sisyphean task of washing nappies is relentless 2.       I am vaguely aware that I smell slightly of warm pee much of the time I doubt the pee smell is strong and I suspect it’s my plastic pants more to blame than the nappies themselves although the odour control technologies included in cloth nappies are very well understood (ie: they have none).  If the smell was strong, I am sure my beloved would have complained about it by now but the fact that I can detect the occasional whiff does mean that I’d need to be cautious when out and about.  I’m fine for nipping down to the shops but spending an hour in somebody else’s living room would have me thinking twice. They remain super-comfortable though.  My Rearz “overnight” pre-fold (held on by a cunningly-engineered network of “snappies”) has been on me nearly 14 hours this morning and I’m about to change it out of a sense of general obligation rather than impending critical need.  It will get a quick rinse in the shower with me before getting dumped into a nappy bucket to ferment in the laundry. I suspect I’ll fossick through my “Omutsu” cloth stash and spend the day drowning some sheep before switching into an old-school terry folded/pinned affair for bed tonight.  Tomorrow will be wash day.   Again…

I'm near Liverpool and a mummy happy to chat to anyone local xx