Here in sunny Reading, we have a garden. In it (up till Friday afternoon), were spinach and stawberry plants, and an awul lot of waist high weeds. And then one day, a lone potato was found lying nestled into the soil. Rob found it, and so he is to be known as the herald.
Adam is then told of the potato. Further research is then undertaken into its past (was it one of mine? I am the only person who has taken an interest in the garden this year).
"Not you? Then IT’S A MIRACLE!"
And so the miraculous potato came into being.
Adam, with a firm belief that the Church of England is based on tea, and in fact a hobby for the middle classes, takes it upon himself to spread the word to the sprawling masses. In short, he becomes the prophet of this new church, based on the humble potato. And preperations were made for the production of banners to carry aloft around Reading and proclaim the word of the potato.
I alone refused to beleive that the potato was a miracle. Not that I have anything against potatoes, they are awesome. They can rest undisturbed under the ground for a few years and grow when the conditions become suitable I argued, but to no avail. So I became known as the infidel.
On further investigation, it turned out that Kate had tied a potato to the washing line a year or two ago, it had fallen, and now potatoes had grown. So she is to be known as the mother. But still, it was, according to Adam, miraculous.
He argued that it was small, whereas the planted potato had been big. "Well, it’s a new potato, isn’t it? It would have grown bigger if it had been left in the ground longer". However, this logic made no impact on the prophet.
He argued once again, that there had been omens fortelling my infidelic behaviour: the refusal of my phone to charge so I could not spread my blasphemous views, and his buying Claire and I an ice cream each and walking back home together afterwards. It would all, he says, be written in the book, and when it was published, the world would understand and breathe a sigh of relief.
Alas, the potatoes, spinach, strawberries and weeds are now demolished by the landlord in favour of a lawn. Hopefuly some offspring of the so called miraculous potato will survive and prosper through it.
llama town 
