David Beckham has been in this kitchen

" David Beckham has been in this kitchen,” said Tom. 

“Sir David Beckham?” I said. “Really, when?” 

“When he was at school,” said Julie.  “His schoolfriend lived here, Terry Bunsen.” 

“So is this his fishslice?” asked my wife, holding up a fishslice. 

“No that’s ours,” said Julie. “It was a wedding present from my uncle Peter.” 

"It wouldn’t be David Beckham’s anyway,” Tom said. “He just visited here. It was his friend’s house, remember.” 

“You got a fishslice as a wedding present?” I said. 

“Not just one,” Tom said. “It was a set.” 

“A set of fishslices?” 

“So is this his fishslice or isn’t it” my wife said. 

“No, it isn’t” said Julie.  

“No.” said Tom. 

“Let’s transfer to the lounge,” said Tom.   

“I’ll bring the drinks,” said Julie. 

“Shall I bring in the fishslice?” said my wife. 

“It’s okay,” I said. “We don’t need it.” 

“So did David Beckham live nearby?” I said. “If this was his schoolfriend’s house.” 

“Yes, same street. Number 17,” said Tom. 

“I’m surprised there isn’t a blue plaque,” I said. 

“What, for David Beckham’s schoolfriend?” 

“No, I don’t mean here. I mean at number 17.  We parked outside, there’s nothing to indicate that David Beckham once lived there.” 

“We should call round,” my wife said. “They might have his fishslice.” 

“Anyway,” I said, raising my glass. “To your new home.” 

“Your new home,” my wife said.  

We drank in silence for a while. 

“So when was the house built?” I asked. 

“Mid 1990s,” said Tom.   

“But Beckham would have been in his twenties then, already an international star.  I thought you said he was visiting his schoolfriend.” 

“I don’t know,” said Tom. “Maybe it was just Terry Bunsen who was a child.” 

“The twenty year old David Beckam was best friend with a young boy?” 

“I don’t know,” said Tom.  “The estate agent just said he’d been in the kitchen.” 

“And left his fishslice,” said my wife. 

“That’s our fishslice,” said Julie. “It was a wedding present from uncle Peter.” 

There was a ring at the door. 

“I’ll get it,” said Tom. “I forgot to show you our door,” he said to me. “It’s an original feature.” 

I followed him to the door. 

“Hello,” he said as he opened the original feature. 

Outside stood Sir David Beckham. 

“Sorry to trouble you,” he said. “I think I left my fishslice here.”