|Carlsberg don't make medicine.......|
Our regard for certain medicines is on record.
There are some ailments, however, that even Calpol and Haribo can't cure.
On such occasions, time to bring out the big guns.
Our favoured pharmaceutical heavyweight, Amoxicillin, or, as The B&G like to call it, Banana Medicine.
Bright yellow and brilliant, nothing I've ever taken can be considered quite as potent.
Not for the first time, Amoxicillin came riding to our rescue this morning.
You see, The B is unwell and, earlier today, having battled through the weekend, no longer able to sustain his brave efforts, he suggested that it might be time to consult a GP.
I've resorted to begging doctors for Amoxicillin in the past, but thankfully, because it is a humiliating experience, there was no need to plead this time out.
This particular physician, our kind of doctor, very much on our wavelength.
Not only did he give us the much-hoped-for Banana Medicine, he also offered us a giant bottle of Calpol (our previous GP had refused to prescribe infant Paracetamol products, claiming - for some inexplicable reason - that such a practice contravened his ethics).
But that's not all.
You see, just before ushering us from his consulting room, the doctor suggested that several hours spent watching Peppa Pig might help.
Needless to say, having heard this, The G, despite displaying no symptoms herself, claimed this afternoon that she too might be ill.
Nice try, I told her as I dragged her off the sofa.