Not a sweet pea

It’s a real pea. One row up very nicely, another three rows to come up. I did three things today - worked in the garden, worked at the allotment, and tried to catch up with Blip - visiting other people’s journals I mean.
Also had a phone catch up with my son. Always good to talk with him, but it’s usually me doing the ringing. That’s ok. He was off to play at a little festival in Cornwall in the afternoon - playing all reggae on vinyl. And then they were going on to another festival as customers. An ideal day for them.