Spud order

Briefly visited the market, bumped into Mel (at a hygienic distance, obvs) and found that the Pie Dolly has returned (so I didn't need to go to Stockbridge yesterday after all!). Mr H had to make a dash into town for hi-viz breeks, as he couldn't locate his existing pair despite numerous rummagings in various cupboards. 

I had almost forgotten to ask his opinion on the potato order, so have blipped the catalogue I left out for him to look at. He is the resident Fifer, after all. I now have to remember to put a cheque (remember them?) in a box in the communal shed at the allotment.