A few days ago the 8-year old daughter asked about her toilet paper. "What" I said. "How come I don't have the same thing you and mom do?" she asked.
Damn it, she is right. About 2-3 years ago we had remodeled the home and sure enough we had not included her toilet paper dispenser.
Should not be a problem. We eventually found the original dispenser stuck underneath the daughter's sink.
So to day I managed to have a day off to go visit the US embassy. Same shit that I expected.
Came home to erupt on my upcountry roof (don't ask) and then asked our maid about my daughter's bathroom. Here we go. I very seldom venture past these doors.
The target seemed big enough.