Somebody has put a potato in my downstairs toilet...

[Mitebiteatnite]

And nobody will own up. We redecorated our downstairs loo about 6 weeks ago, and I made a little display of stones and shells we've collected over the last year. I was having a clean up before we had guests over yesterday and I discovered somebody has moved one of the stones and put a tiny half potato in there! What the actual fuck? DH and the kids both deny responsibility, and we have had no guests since the toilet was decorated. Also of note, is the fact that the last time we had new potatoes was back in July when we'd picked them from the allotment.

So where did the phantom potato come from? It's cooked, because it's fairly soft. Looks like it has a light coating of butter. How long has it been there and why have I only just noticed it?!

I have a REALLY boring update. It was my mum. My dear old mother, whose eyes don't work so well these days, has admitted to putting it there because she found it on the floor next to the basin. She said 'I thought it was a bit soft for a stone, but I didn't have my glasses on'!

Mystery still stands as to how precisely it got into the bathroom, however I now know it wasn't a mischievous child/DH thinking they're really funny.

Bit boring really

Potato in your mum’s stocking this year, then! 🥔

This is hilarious and your DM is a comedy genius! Reminded me of my recent am dram production of Fiddler on the Roof. My opening scene involved peeling potatoes and the basket seemed to go down a bit every night. Found out the men in the show were smuggling them on to get them featured in every scene. The most notorious was the pub scene where they passed it round all of them and during their dance! Love a good potato gag!

But when did she?

Hilarious . Your poor mum!

I put a tomato in a schoolfriend's hockey boot once. How I laughed, she didn't

I thought you meant it was in the pan rather than on top of the toilet.

So did I!

In my estima-tion, your bufuddlement is actually the desiree-d reaction that the miscreant hoped for. I imagine them huddled being a nearby corner with an accomplice the first time you discovered it and chuckled "Did Jersey the look on her face?!?!?!"

The exact opposite happened to me recently. A very kind friend had some leftover baby new potatoes and gave me a bag of them. One of them seemed extremely hard and refused to be cut - turned out to be a small, surprisingly potatoid yellow stone.

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I put a tomato in a schoolfriend's hockey boot once. How I laughed, she didn't

There was a recent thread where a poster mentioned a friend/relative (I forget which) bringing back a single half-rancid plum tomato as a holiday gift. I think the assumption was that the giver was very strange and had little idea of appropriate gifts. Maybe she knew all along and was keeping a straight face whilst internally finding it hilarious at the recipient's concealed puzzlement and polite gratitude.