A Cuppa with Corbyn: Jeremy Corbyn x John Bercow

Part One

Jeremy Corbyn practically bounded out of the chamber, after giving the opposition a thumping good run for their money in the House of Commons' usual Wednesday Prime Ministers' Questions. His chief party whip congratulated him as he passed other members of parliament from various parts of the country and constituencies, on the way back to his more comfortable office. "Well, that seemed to all go down well and given them some food for thought" Corbyn muttered to himself as he took off his jacket and picked up a lime green miniature watering can and gently sprinkled some water over his potted plants on his desk. He put the can down and turned on his kettle to make himself a cup of earl grey tea, whilst he switched his phone back on, as it sometimes took a while for it to wake itself up again.

Cup of tea in hand, he started going through his messages, when he suddenly spotted one from an old friend of his and sat himself down at his parliamentary desk. "Oh, it's John!" he exclaimed happily, as he hadn't heard from him in a while with Bercow being so engrossed in his autobiography 'Unspeakable' along with other things. The text read as follows:

"Hi Jeremy. Sorry I've been quiet, lots going on here as you might be aware of. Just wondered if you fancied going somewhere nice, maybe for a coffee and catch up? Phone me back though, took me ages to figure out how to do this with Freddie's assistance! Thanks, John B."

Jeremy smiled, put down his mug and made a note to his personal assistant to give Mr Bercow a call and book a day off for the occasion. "Everything's going my way for once today!" he remarked to his succulent on the desk as he gently dusted its leaves.