The last Teabag

Yes, two feet of the white stuff, and am officially snowed in. Down to last teabag and other provisions running low. Two is extremely anxious at Teabag Situation. I not so, as prefer coffee in morning anyway. So- tottered carefully to pub for meal, and Kindly Friend hearing of plight, offered to take me shopping in his jeep, if he can extricate same from Deep Deep Snow. He lives in remote spot, so am not hopeful. He phones me in morning and transpires he needs farmer to bring tractor and clear snow before he can get out. Gloom descends as Last Teabag has been squeezed dry. Eventually, hallelujah- Kindly Friend phones again, farmer has cleared snow, and jeep is operational. He duly arrives outside cottage and slight brouhaha follows as he tries to haul me (and bad back) into lofty vehicle. Safely esconced we proceed down slippy hill to village, where further brouhaha occurs as I attempt to alight from jeep without breaking neck. Kindly friend lifts me down, (probably thinking Southern Softy or similar), and shopping is duly accomplished. I arrive home, (brouhaha number 3), and Two greets teabags in manner of Long Lost Love. Has kettle on before I have removed wellies. Kindly farmer delivers Huge Sack Spuds, which is kind, but will never get eaten as enough for several families. Have donated some to pub rather than See Go To Waste. Big Freeze is continuing-but tractor has cleared car-park so car liberated.