When I first met Wor Lass The Duchess of Seacroft way back in 1998 our first conversation ended with her jokingly claiming to try a bath of beans. I responded by buying a tin of baked beans and leaving it on her desk with a flirty note.
Not very romantic, I know, but it did the trick!
For the past 23 years that unremarkable tin of beans has traveled with us, a physical reminder of how we got together.
Earlier this week that tin exploded in the heat, showering the office with rancid bean juice. We are both hoping that wasn’t A Sign.
The bean can has been repurposed as a pen holder. Sadly the beans didn’t look particularly appetising and went down the gurgler.
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