I have this thing about loo paper: it has to be really nice. But some that you think would be nice, aren't.
For example, Andrex loo paper, really isn't that nice. Although the cute little puppies somehow deceive you.
Velvet is lovely. Really soft, quilted - bang on.
The one i'm dying to try is Charmin Ultra, now i know what i said about the puppies and their deception where Andrex is concerned, but those bears would never lie, i'm sure of it.
In the end, I don't think you can go wrong as long as you don't buy supermarket's own. Loo paper is something you can afford to be choosey about.

I'm seventeen. I go to college, have a boyfriend who I love, and I'm about to apply to Uni. This is the first time I've set up a blog. I don't even know if people will read it. I've only read one before, and that was highly publicised in papers after its author (blogger?) was outed by the press. I've decided that this is to be somewhere to record my musings and thoughts, even questions, that my hormone ravaged, teenage brain thinks of. And if you do read this, please don't leave horrible comments, if you don't like me, just leave me be?
So, this is my first post - some questions that i asked myself tonight -
Why is it that I constantly sabotage myself?
My boyfriend was due to come and stay with me for a week while my parents were away, and the moment he suggested that because he needs money he's going to do overtime the week before he comes, I completely backed down and said it was fine; that I didn't know if my parents were even going away for definate.
Why do I always do that?
Is it a female thing? Or is it just me?
I know, that for the whole week I'm going to feel miserable and alone, all because I have a ridiculous preoccupation with having a quiet life, and not bothering other people. Why is it that I don't allow him to make sacrifices? I know he would - he loves me, and would do almost anything for me.
Anyway, I'm off to bed. To feel guilty about how much I've eaten today, and to vow that tomorrow will be different, right until I devour a triple decker sandwich complete with a packet of crisps.
Life's tough.