Better than Yesterday ......?

Ask him how he felt yesterday and he'll tell you "not too smart ." This euphemism serves to disguise a plethora of increasingly aggressive symptoms. Master of the understatement, he will rarely disclose the debilitating reality of his condition. Rather he'll joust with it ,battling with a lance of good natured humour, his Quixotic tongue tucked firmly in his cheek. A dose of this affliction necessitated the doctor to be summoned on Hogmanay. After a good deal of the usual prodding and awkward, dignity-abusing questions a clear therapeutic remedy remained elusive.
Our seriously dehydrated knight errant was prescribed, among other things, a liquid diet. I ask you - a liquid diet to a true Scot on Hogmanay !
A genetic inevitability, no ?
Anyway, a miracle cure it was not to be. Even sips of water created gastric rebellion. Codeine Phosphate proved marginally effective in alleviating some of the worst effects as well as inducing welcome, sleepful sobriety well into New Years Day.
In the Macfarlane household the chink of glass on glass was only just heard above the pfizzz - pfizzzz of Highland Spring. Cheers !

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