And Fray Bentos will no doubt be trembling in their boots after glimpsing the fruits of my labours.
Two pea seeds in a couple of feet of soil produced all these babies.
Could I have found my true purpose in life? To be a pea mogul is surely my destiny.
"Whatever next", I hear you cry?
Tomatoes, onions or maybe even broad beans?
The world is my oyster.
No one can stop me now.
Today peas, tomorrow the world. HA HA HAAAAAAAA.
I think I had better go and lie down for a while