Talking about beans. I knew a chap who was working on a contract job in the building trade in London, his landlady was a lovely lady but she was feeding the poor fella too much beans, he was getting them for his breakfast, and his dinner when he came home, this made him very depressed, and as she was such a nice woman he never complained. The site he was working on was right beside his lodgings and one monday morning he decided to end it all and he jumped from the top of the building, very sad. As he lay on the ground dead a crowd gathered and a policeman asked did anyone know the man, the landlady stepped forward and said that he lodged with her. "Was he upset or depressed in any way?" asked the policeman. "Not in the least officer, when he left this morning he was full of beans."