Showing posts with label sore throat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sore throat. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

It's not often you listen to your mother

Usually if I have a croaky throat on a Monday its because I did too much shouting/singing/wine drinking/all of the above at some stage over the weekend.  This week it isn't a consequence of any behaviour. Its a bona fide medical complaint.  I was chatting to my ma this evening on the phone and she asked if I was drinking plenty of honey and lemon.
'None' I said.
'Well you should be, it will help to soothe your throat and heal your...blah, blah, blah'
I zoned out for a bit then told her I would definitely drink it if she could just make the short 12,000 mile trip to make it for me.
Mummy, you'll be pleased to hear that following our conversation I boiled the kettle, coaxed a few drops of juice out of a shrivelled lemon and emptied half a bottle of honey into the Queen Elizabeth II Golden Jubilee mug you bought me in 2002.  I am finally listening to your advice.  I hope that my own children won't wait for thirty years before they do me the same service.

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