Hope springs eternal yet there'll probably be a visit to town. Not a prospect anyone looks forward to unless there's something seriously wrong with them. And the thing about a visit to town is to avoid entering a state of ennui that can addle the list making process.
Never again will I mess with any kind of white Potato. They're not happy around
here. And never again will I attempt to store Potato for longer than about six
weeks. So sadly there's just going to be one quite long row of Red Potato the
name of which I'll remember if I see it. So it's all very tense.