I remember a while ago seeing the Calpol advert where a load of children are running riot. The line goes that ‘…now, with a little help from Calpol they are back to their normal selves. Sorry about that.’
Before I became a parent a good friend tried to explain to me that it’s not the bangs and crashes and noises of crying from distant rooms that worries you – it’s when everything goes quiet.
Following a dose of Calpol yesterday, and after a day of abject misery, I walk into the kitchen to find my young son chattering gently to himself.
I know he was feeling better as he had seasoned the floor, some bowls, the cupboard and – to a greater extent – himself, coating his tiny person head to foot with an entire pot each of turmeric, thyme and fennel seeds.
Thank you modern medicine.