The old potatoes had responded to this cruel treatment in two ways: some had simply given up and rotted, but others had begun to grow in the darkness of the cupboard, taking water from the bodies of their dead comrades,and had sent out great long white shoots. Some had even formed tiny new potatoes.
I felt that this robust opportunism deserved some sort of reward, so I gathered up the tiny new potatoes and some of the more enthusiastically shooting Big Bakers, shoved some garden compost into an old bin that I happened to have lying around (bottom perforated for drainage) and popped them in there. Will they live? Only time will tell! If they do, then rather than having wasted them, I may even profit on the deal.