Excuse me Ms Hargrek. This is Dean's mother Meredith. I've read it all and got your call. I'll not have you pinning my boys legume peculiarities on me like a cheap brooch on me Sunday cardigan. I raised the lad on lamb shanks and love, and yes, tinned beans. As a single mum I used what money I had
We aren't all rich like you!
If he gets the quivers over kidney beans and likes to put them in his bottom, that's between Dean, the Lord, and this unholy business you speak of in his lower intestines. Goodness you flap on.
How dare you. On a Sunday I did put beans on him as the washing machine was going. It made him laugh. It was bonding play. As a child less career woman you'd not understand
But to imply I've made him a fetish for beans. Disgraceful.
Im a good church going widow who still sets a place at the table for my late husband.
Our harmless kitchen rituals still make him laugh In his urn. Laugh! To say I planted a seed of bean love. I will attend therapy on Thursday with you all, but I will be bringing a tin of warmed up Heinz for Dean in my thermos. The tomato ones, the sort he likes.
He used to hide them in all sorts of secretive little places. Nothing deviant. You fancy doctors. Always looking for things that aren't there.
Mrs Meredith Meldrum