My second in command cooked breakfast for Mr Bean the other day. I won’t say more than that because everyone deserves some privacy.

And this afternoon I bought a really nice bean salad from M&S at Kings Cross.

It was so nice, I consumed it too quickly. Soon afterwards, I developed a tickly cough, which returned back to the Northeast with me.

My second in command met me off the train and, after an (draught) Erdinger in the Union Rooms, we called off at the Tuns. Unfortunately for my second in command, our local have a pretty nice dunkel wheat beer on draught (interestingly, from Tyne Bank, who generally add fish bits).

So now we’re home. And I’m quite drunk. But I have food in the oven and about to watch part three of the German series I’ve been watching on Netflix. It’s subtitled, but I can recognise some words from my days of playing Command and Conquer.

Anyway, while in the Tuns, I began coughing again. Which resulted in the dislodgement of a bean which had been stuck there for some time.

I’ve not coughed since. And the bean tasted nice the second time around.