Pascal came on Saturday morning to finish the tiling. The new toilet is at last complete with grouting and Bear has only just noticed the slight discrepancy in the colours. And, we even have a toilet roll holder in position.
Only a couple of months.
But Pascal demonstrated another string to his bow this weekend. On Friday evening when he came to check on the tools he had left in the garage he noticed that I was coughing and I admitted I had a sore throat.
“What you need is a suppository” he said earnestly.
I looked surprised.
“Didn’t they treat you with them when you were a kid?” he asked.
Now, I’ve never had occasion to resort to any medicaments that weren’t swallowed or rubbed in but I did remember that a French friend of ours dosed his children with ‘suppos’ when they came to stay and were suffering from tummy upsets.
Pascal went on to explain that a chemist he knew had told him that drug companies were inclined to reduce the active ingredients in their tablets so that you had to buy more. The best way to get a reliable cure was anally.
When he arrived on Saturday he produced a couple of these.
“Two doses and no more sore throat.” he assured me.
Well, we’d run out of Lemsip, cough sweets weren’t doing any good so what was there to lose?
I unwrapped one. It smelled strongly of camphor and eucalyptus. Both good for the throat – but . . . . . .
Oh, what the heck, give it a try.
Well, I’m not totally convinced but I admit the sore throat did ease a little. However, it was a bit disconcerting – or was it my imagination – that I could taste camphor and eucaplytus at the back of my throat.