First thing when people started panicking over toilet paper, I was already locked down (age and asthma and a tendency that when I get sick, I get very very sick), and so I panicked over potatoes, and turned half of the front lawn into a lazy bed. Spuds are coming up now, randomly, but I love it, even though it still mainly looks like a large grave in the front garden, and even though potatoes are probably a mad thing to grow.