MF now much better and 'oooh, aaah'-ing about the place and even up shops. However, Chandra at the chemist told him that he really ought to start cutting down on the old post-operative codeines. Which is a bit of a blow as he is very fond of 'em now and no surprise as Chandra reckons they are basically the Rowntree Mackintosh version of Heroin. Who knew?
Thinking about it tho' - a mate of my mum's never shook the kaoline and morphine bottle and used a straw to suck the morphine out: said it did her the power of good. I suppose it really, really was morphine; I thought they just 'said' it in the old days. Remember having a sip myself - bloody marvellous.
Oh yes. That lovely Greek bloke is called Harris, according to MF (who saw him today).
I think he must really be 'Aris' as in Aristotle. Not a name you hear much of round Nag's Head; aris generally used in sentences concerning: 'a kick up the 'aris''. Small wonder he goes by Harris. Lovely bloke though.
Just in case: Aristotle = bottle; bottle and glass = arse.