potatoes, but too much stuff.

when we were young in underwater nightschool our mother used to show us how to write airport novels and sell them off on the surface for enormous amounts of money, which we would then channel back into our potato peeling business. we all understood the importance of a nicely peeled potato. and still remember the horror brought into the home by Enobarbus when he announced his big idea - that a potato does not necessarily need to be peeled. as we watched all the colour drain from our mother's face Enobarbus compounded his crime by stealing all the money from the Potpeel fund and making off ''for Italy'', as he said in his strange low voice, oddly flat in the circumstances. We got a postcard from Italy the following year, made out of potato paper, which we can only guess was from him, but he's never talked about his time there.
However, ''Antonio'' has just turned up at our house with a very familiar facial arrangement but younger, and a lot of things have gone missing already. Enobarbus already brought us one son called Jack - very appropriate as he too could hardly keep his hands off other people's property.
On another note, does anyone else feel there's rather too much going on at the moment?