The Curse of Echinacea

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess,

Er Indoors is a big believer in echinacea. She always has tubs of it around the place, in various different combinations. Echinacea with garlic, with zinc, infused with essence of rosehip and aged in a sherry cask for 12 years.

I may be confusing it with whisky. But you take my point.

When I came down with a cold last week she SWUNG into action! She pressed THREE tablets into my hand on Boxing Day and instructed me to take three more before bedtime.

I've been doing that for a week. I haven't really noticed much difference.

Then. The bombshell. I find Er Indoors next to her bedroom cabinet CACKING HERSELF.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"It's those echinacea tablets you've been taking," she replied.

"Yes. Three tablets, twice a day," I replied. "What about them?"

"Yeah... well... I may have confused the bottle with some dietary supplement pills," she said. She waved another bottle at me. "These ones make you poo."

I bloody THOUGHT I'd had an over-active colon this past week! I thought I'd eaten something!

Well, of course, clearly I HAD. Twice a day. For a week.

So it's good to have that cleared up. In other news I just came back from the bathroom. For the third time today.

S.