Playing with Potatoes

Sometimes it is good just to be alone with a strange thought. The strange thought this week is potatoes have eyes . . . now I have a potato, a book of potatoes and three potatoes with eye holes.
Why? because I am playing and I need to play. . . and now my potatoes have eyes and legs.
I particularly like my King Edward potato as he reminds me of Henry the Eighth.
I also learnt about the potato breed called 'smile' which has a lighter patch in the shape of a smile around the eye.