365 peas on the floor, 365 peas...

Have you ever wondered what one pea for each day of the year might look like, spread over the floor?

We-e-ell, wonder no more.

It's funny how the universe conspires against you some days, isn't it? I thought, "Hmm, greens are good. I'll have peas for dinner!" So I shoved some in the microwave and gave them a nuking that BHP Billiton would have been proud of. Mr Microwave went "bing!" so I fished them out.

And burnt my finger on pea steam.

And dropped them.

This is what, in my family, is usually known as peaing on the floor. Except it's usually only a few peas, not a peavalanche.

Admittedly, the picture doesn't show the full peay disaster, because they rolled all over the sodding kitchen. And yes, I did manage to put a size eight boot through some of them.

By the time I'd picked them all up (I counted them, out of sheer perversity), chocolate looked like a much better dinner option. If I'd dropped the chocolate, I could just have said, "Three second rule!" and eaten it anyway.

Harrumph. Let that be a lesson to all of you - peas are evil and chocolate is good.