Druzhok, I love watering my spuds! I talk to them and tell them how brilliant they are, and check them for blackfly, and come back and spray them soothingly.
The mozarts don't get blackfly, btw, though they were right next to the others (can't remember the make) which were infested. And now, I've dug the blackfly ones up the mozart's still aren't getting blackfly. It's very interesting. Anyway, I've told them they're very clever.
Reshape, it is like digging for treasure, lovely image. I shoved two lines of spuds along a narrow, and shortish strip of bed, not expecting anything to happen at all. Got bored, so stuck some peas in between the rows. Suddenly, there were massive green spud things everywhere, and no room or sun for peas (except one, which is doing quite well ).
Now I've cut the front row down, the few peas that have made it above ground might do a bit better.
It's fun, and no one is more amazed than me, when anything actually grows. I have a veritable forest of tomatoes on the other side of the garden.
They are Triffids in disguise.