It would appear that "some David Copperfield Shit" has been occurring on the balcony, not in the literal sense of course...well I hope not but you can never be sure with Magicians.
Going Underground on the 28th April the potatoes looked a little spindly, small and unpromising, but a bit of water and some organic feed was applied, fingers were crossed and magic words uttered.
The magic seems to have worked, as this morning the potatoes were doing their best to make a break for the sky.
I may have lost a few "man points" but at this point I went and read the instructions on the packet, and promptly dumped a load of compost all over the tatties.
A bit of a brush with the palm of my hand and a gentle packing down of the new soil around the stalks will be the cal of the day as they grow, I think I'm going to stop at yellow line...that should give what are in essence little potatoes plenty of room to grow.
Steak and potatoes are now a near certainty...if only I can work out how to grow steak from pots of dirt...or chocolate chip cookies...