Pea Soup

Apparently, the reason I ate pancakes with pea and ham soup at lunch today is down to a moment of historical panic. Faced with a glut of peas in the fifteenth century, a Swedish King commanded that everyone should eat pea soup on Thursdays. They (and I) still do. Sweden is a strange place to live sometimes.

What more? Well, potentially something exciting. As I slurped over my soup, I discussed my latest business idea with my now partner in crime, Billy Whizz. Teddy Bears. Globe trotting Teddy Bears no less. Billy got excited by the idea. Actually, excited is the wrong word, but he agreed to help out. So, either we are about to embark on a colossal waste of time, or this is the first chapter in a book entitled "How I Became a Millionaire". We'll see. Watch this space, and, er, http://www.wheresmyteddy.com/ too!