Harry lived alone in Ireland. His only son was in Long Kesh Prison. He didn’t know anyone who would turn over his potato plot so he wrote to his son asking if he knew anyone who could help.
“For Heavens SAKES, don’t dig up the plot. That’s where I buried the GUNS!”
At 4 a.m. a dozen British soldiers showed up and dug up the entire garden. They didn’t find any guns.
Confused the man wrote to his son telling him what happened and asking him what to do next.
His son replied, “Plant your potatoes.”