Tea and toddies

In an attempt to keep my fluids up, I've set a new record for drinking tea. In an attempt to keep my spirits up, I've had a bash a a hot toddy. According to various recipes you're supposed to use lemon, tea and whatnot. Total crap, I have hot water, Greek honey and a rather lovely single malt. the result is somewhere between having a taste of being on holiday (I can almost smell the sun-block) and having a small peat fire lit on your tongue. The toddy itself is, of course, disgusting, I mean who mixes this sort of stuff up for fun. However, based on received wisdom that medicine only does you good when it tastes revolting, it must be doing me the power of good.

Better yet, i should put the hot water in my tea, put the honey back in the fridge and just reach for the malt. There's something jolly lovely about it though and most importantly of all it means that I can medicate myself rather than hand over a fistful of notes to those bastards at SmithKline Beecham.

I can also proudly state that the medicines are animal friendly, there's no way I'm wasting my good malt on a bloody bunny just to see if it makes his arse drop off or something as a side effect.

>another sip<

Indeed, as far as this clinical trial is going I am pleased to report that the original unpleasant undertaste fades as you take another sip and that you begin to experience an sense of peace and well-being.

>another sip<

Indeed, it's almost as if the water an honey suffuse you, spreading warmth throughout your entire body and contributing to a general sense or relaxation.

>another sip<

The best thing about it is, of course, that on completion of the beverage (always finish the course), the next stage on the recovery process is a sofa, a blanket and a telly remote.

Right after I make one more cup of tea.