Being pretty on the inside means you don't hit your brother and you eat all your peas - that's what my grandma taught me.
I've finally managed to grow some peas. After years of trying, I'm not a giver upper! I've finally produced some edible peas. Granted not enough to fill a bag from the shop but enough to wander down the garden and pop a few fresh pods straight in. If you haven't eaten fresh peas you must try it.
The experience is intensified by the pop of the pod followed by a sweet taste sensation.
As a little girl I remember sneaking into Grandad's garden to eat the fresh peas. He moaned but I think it was for show. I'm doing the same with my own children now. They won't eat frozen ones but will eat a handful of these.
Sadly this year, I have inherited Grandad's old pea frames and as I said bizarrely I've finally grown some peas. Coincidence? A helping hand? Happy memories.