108. Oh nuts. It's crackers.

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.

Day 42. The Harrods of the Fens.

I had originally planned to buy some Kilner jars online but I'm not very patient and they were unlikely to arrive until February 19th (Day 50 of my blog). This gem of a store in Downham Market is like a Tardis and almost every time I go in, usually looking for something very specific, Reeds has it. Apparently referred to as 'The Harrods of the Fens' (not by anyone I know so perhaps a generational thing) the kitchen department did indeed have Kilner jars, in a variety of sizes and only 25p per jar more than a deal I had seen on eBay.

Buying local is satisfying for many reasons but it also provides instant gratification: 30 minutes after deciding to head to Reeds I was back home, purchase complete and coffee in hand. The jars now sit in my kitchen waiting to be filled and I'm certain that my baking will reap the benefits of flour, sugar and ground almonds being housed in such iconic containers.

I'm just a little embarrassed that I headed online first instead of into town. Lesson learned.