Excuse me while I have an intervention about something.

Ever over done something a lot more than you thought, then a few months later become confronted by the consequences?

Probably.

Another proud specimen

Was that thing to do with manically planting potatoes?

Probably not.

It's been three years. First I used all the pots, and any single patch of bare ground I could find to plant spuds. The next year I promised everyone I would confine the crop to the pots and a big grow bag. So I got loads of extra pots. But I still couldn't stop myself sneaking in few extra here or there.

This year, I built up a whole new terrace for us to grow berries and flowers, while keeping the tatties to the grow bags and pots. But hey presto, there's lots of potatoes growing in the new terrace as well.  How did that happen?

The French call tatties 'pomme de terre'. But shouldn't we call apples 'potatoes in the sky'? 

They're so great though. Food, that instead of eating, you put into the ground and get more food, with next to no effort at all. Plus you get a big bushy bush, even flowers, then lots of ready to eat, stodgily, satisfyingly bring-home-the-bacon because I'm a manly gardener, harvest.

Obsession I know your name.  But I'm trying really hard to move on to something else. Promise.