head height horror halloween

hello

so, as it is (well, at time of publication, look you see) all of that halloween stuff, i thought i would do one of them scary story things for you. one which is all the more disturbing and horrific, for it is all real, it happened to me. as in, moi. 

it is a truth, universally accepted, that the quintessential personification of association with a person off of England (the English) is tea. as in, when the British military built and designed tanks in which our soldiers would go to war, we did so with a tea making facility within them. so, yes, then, we really do take the matter - tea - very seriously. 

equally, then, a darkness which is true is when we run low or - gasp - out of tea. measures are of course taken to ensure such folly never happens, but inevitably from time to time a crisis occurs. it is one which has very nearly happened to me. 

due to the neo-classical, art-deco, stark statement what the architect who gone done the plans for my place of lodgings in exile was making, it is so that my stash of tea resides ever so slightly above head height. yes, said tea of choice is picture above, so you may examine and disseminate, to see that i do indeed drink proper tea, thank you. hopefully i shall get some more Fortnum & Mason tea soon, but for now, Yorkshire Tea it is. 

as you can sort of see, in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, of course i went right with the idea of buying the biggest most massive box of tea bags what i could. this appeared to be a very good idea at the time, but has led to a degree of complacency. seeing as i just reach up and place a hand in to grab a bag, i neglected to track how many bags i had left. oh dear. 

no, fear not, no such truly (fearful) barbaric horror as running out out, but it got close. when i went to make one on the evening of composing this, i noted that i had to reach in deeper, or lower, than usual. so, and here is a horror video for you halloween types, i investigated the box. 

yeah, for some reason that video has come out sideways as i look at it here. sorry, if that is worth much of anything. well, anyway, the point is you can kind of see the horror of me reaching up and discovering that i only had ten (10) bags left in that box. oh dear. 

how do i propose to overcome this horror? well, mostly, i think, by trying my best to full tilt remember to purchase another box when next at the shops or other suitable retailer. actually, on their vans is a number what you can call to get them to send you a bag or two, gratis, so i might have a see if i can remember what it is, and that would do in the short term. 

usually, then, all them halloween horror stories are about some sort of depraved, aroused and quite hungry sex crazed cannibal what has been snowballing heroin and viagra. just remember that true, real tales of horror, like mine and a (slight) tea shortage, can happen to anyone. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!