It is often the case that new arrivals bring with them new responsibilities, and sometimes the occasional burden.
Some can also be life changing.
If somebody was to ask me to carry a ruck sack full of potatoes on a long bike ride, I am sure that my response would be non too plesant, even bordering on rudeness.
I have been effectively cycling with potatoes in rucksacks, side panier's, crammed into the rear of my shirt, and in a front basket for nine months. Enough to provide a sufficient chips supply for any fast food outlet.
As I cycle now I feel liberated with the thought of potatoes tumbling from my bike and lightening the load.
I imagined them bouncing off the windscreens of cars containing irate motorists, who in turn looked to the heavens in amazement.
The expression its 'raining cats and dogs' could be changed in phrase books across the globe to. 'Its raining potatoes' However it does not really possess the same ring to it.
Laurel (Lily on the road) get the kettle on ill soon be in Ottawa