The Loving Spoonful

There are many things in life that lose their special feeling when you reach adulthood. Medicine is one. I miss the days when having a cough or sore throat resulted in you being repeatedly spoon-fed the strawberry delight that was Calpol, until your mother was satisfied you no longer sounded like Louis Armstrong. On a weekday diet of petrol fumes, smoke and endless rain, Calpol was like a guardian angel.

These days, medicine is just medicine. No magic, no mystique, no strawberry. It feels like we all grew up too soon.