Spud Heaven

All the potatoes in the sacks were excitedly waiting to go into the light.

Through the magic door marked 'Kitchen' which was clearly a foreign word for 'Heaven'. Once through the door they would be forever happy, frolicking with all the other tubers in a land of eternal joy.

Or so they thought.

Last day in the office today and the Pint Shop for lunch which was excellent.

It's the eve of the eve of Christmas Eve...