Not that I’m a tight B’stard or anything, but I hate spending money on corporate driven potions, with bright shiny packaging and slick logos such as B]“this linctus is so strong that you only need to take half of one millicapsule every 74 years diluted with a quarter of a thimble full of water and you will instantly turn into a ravishing fit healthy lothario and live for another two hundred and forty years”.
No time to get to a chemist yesterday, so I thought that I would run with what we had in the house.
Started off with Gainseys’ Grans’ old “Onion in a pint of milk” trick.
Gainsey, I’ve got to ask, How old did your Gran live to be?
Drinking this I guess she didn’t make thirty-five!
Beeayeate – found an old tub of tiger balm in the cupboard – best before 1993!
Still smells as good as I remembered, so on it went.
Mrs Leader was then despatched to the kitchen to search for the fish slice, to aid my removal from the ceiling.
Beags.
I know you mostly speak words of wisdom, so I eventually tried your method – twice.
Didn’t give a toss after the second one was consumed, so I guess it must work.
Must be on the downhill slope now, as my voice has bu@@ered off today.
I’ll keep you updated.
More sympathy needed please.
