Cloudy old day today, bit drizzly. Coincidentally (or not) I’ve been hunting for the Lemsips. It’s okay; just feeling a bit run-down, not poorly. It’s like my throat is thinking about being sore but can’t quite make up its mind.
No joy with the Lemsips. I keep thinking I’ve found one but it just turns out to be posh tea bags. In the end I made a three-ginger tea and stirred in a spoon of honey. That’ll do, right? I mean I could crunch a paracetamol in? Good idea? Terrible idea? Don’t judge me. I couldn’t find those either.
Who knew there were three types of ginger by the way? Surely ginger is just ginger? I don’t know. Maybe the folks at Twinings will just say anything. Actually, that’d be a cool job - marketing fancy teas, writing for people exactly like me who think they’re just a little posher than they actually are. I could do that. I could even do market research at Waitrose.
Anyway, it’s a bit of a run-down day. The tea’s nice, especially with honey. Sometimes we all just need a bit of warming up from the inside.
Why do we not just keep the Lemsips in a box in a cupboard? That would be a good system. Better than putting the sachets into backpacks for emergencies, or sliding them into the first aid kit that lives in the car, or just leaving them on the desk, or on top of the piano. I like the system of knowing where everything is. Is it a pipe dream, that?
I hope my throat decides not to be poorly. It would be (as usual) bad timing. Maybe with an early night and the exotic taste of three gingers, I’ll be a bit brighter tomorrow. Perhaps the weather will too.
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