Last week was an especially busy week. So much to do, so much theorising, worrying and consideration. I managed to upset some people, make others happy and fit in a trip to the beach. Amongst all this busy-ness, I found time to do some cheesy mashed potato for Fifi. I was amazed to discover this potato in the shape of a heart. I remember reading of strangely shaped vegetables in the Fortean Times many moons ago. They can be quite odd, some people find penis shaped parsnips, others carrots in the shape of Jesus. In my discovery, I joined their ranks. I took it as a sign, someone likes me, other than my husband.
A few moments later and I was on the Internet, it seems that celebrity is found via the heart shaped potato. Women in backwater towns in deepest darkest America become celebrities and this is the route to their fifteen minutes of fame. I think I should contact the Graham Norton Show, this could be my time. Even better, one sold on Ebay. The latest bid recorded was a whole £6, that would keep us in potatoes for 2 and a half months according to my calculations. Count your blessings and look at your potatoes, who knows what might come your way!