Well the nuts are ok because they're safely stored in an aesthetically pleasing Kilner jar but the crackers were always doomed.
Already opened, packet balanced precariously on top of a box of Crackerbread, they didn't stand a chance. Not when I, at just 5' 2", was the one trying to get them out of the cupboard, from the top shelf, while balancing clumsily on Converse clad tiptoes. There was no slow motion involved as they tipped forwards, bounced beautifully off my jumper - a partly cushioned landing it's fair to say - before exploding out of their yellow cellophane and smashing all over the worktop, covering me in crumbs as they went.
That, my friends, is why there is a place for everything and clearly everything was not in it. It's the diet's fault.
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