I think if I were to define my adult life in to distinct periods, then those times in which I had a lot of toilet paper, bought in bulk, cheaply, and without hurry would be set in stark contrast to those times in which I was forced to use badly made, soft, and yet uncomfortable toilet paper, bought in need, from expensive corner shops. Defining moments would involve improper use of wet wipes and running upstairs with my trousers down to look for a roll I had previously been using to blow my nose.