Two years ago, there wouldn't have been a cat - in - hell's chance of me writing that title. Actually, given how often cats behave in my garden I think hell is just the place for mischievous moggies.
Anyway, what I mean to say is I used to hate peas. Passionately. Yet now my final pots of the week are filled with dry little peas, waiting to burst into life and give me a glut of green jewels come the summer.
All I'll say this morning is that if you love peas, don't waste another moment to get some into pots or in the ground and just think of the bounty. And if you hate peas?
Have a read of 'Grumpy old pod'
Finally, as a treat for the weekend, some Beatles
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