I Laugh in the Face of Paracetamol

On days when you wake up with a rotten cold and have absolutely no access to the medicines that work, thanks to the delicacy of your travel-sized foetus, there's really nothing else to do but hire a narrowboat and go off down an Oxfordshire canal for the day. The old chap who lent us one was determined to … Continue reading I Laugh in the Face of Paracetamol