lovely old photo

On the front of the bag of spuds. We get these from the garage a few miles away at Earl Shilton - locally grown.
This morning I watched Ziggy carefully rip a hole in the top of this bag whilst he was sitting on the kitchen chair. We used to have a dog called Rosie many years ago, in a previous house, who used to walk into the pantry and help herself to a potato whenever she fancied. She was a wonderful girl who presented us with a set of pups that were so adorable we kept them all.
Ziggy decided he didn’t want a potato, he just felt like ripping the bag open.

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