found:

NEW LIFE!
In my flat. In a neglected basket above a cupboard in kitchen. Two sweet potatoes which moved in at a time I completely can't remember and which now are attending to their business sneakily.
We share the same feelings about this flat obviously: claustrophobia-provokingly cosy and atmospherical like an underground coal mine.

Who do I care about foodshopping when there are still resources?

Cheers!
To an exciting weekend in March and to light at the end of the tunnel of the quartely account (if the day provides more of those brill finds)!

Did I mention I love flower macros?