There’s nothing worse than a vegetable gone bad. Not just the smelly, squishy, forgotten onion or the blackened, eye-sprouting potato, but vegetables that run riot.
I’m used to carrying a dibber in my pocket when mowing the lawn, ready to dig up any dandelion or buttercup that dares poke its head out of the grass. And Mrs P fights an ongoing battle against the brambles, raspberry canes and knotweed that like to squat in the flowerbeds. But we’ve never been invaded by root vegetables before. Read more ›››