Ever had those days when you think “Right, I really can’t keep being a big kid, I need to grow up, just a little…”
No? Me neither! Well, not often, anyway.
The other day, I had one of those moments.
I reached for a sugary soft drink in the fridge, then stopped and thought “No, I’ll have a more grown up cold drink, like my mum has… So I grabbed a can of Tonic Water(no gin!). This is a drink she would always order if we went out… This, or Bitter Lemon
I cracked open the can… And my reaction?
My mouth puckered, my tastebuds hollered at me “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US????”. Really mum? You willingly drink this? Maybe I needed to add gin!
The horribly familiar bitter taste stayed in my mouth, as I looked closer at the can.
ERM… “Masterfully made with Quinine”.
Really? No wonder my tongue was having horror flash backs… Quinine, the malaria drug of choice that we had to swig weekly on our summer holiday visits to family in Kenya!
I remember us trying to hide every week at that same time, when the quinine bottle came out, and as children, we had to drink the syrup… At least the tablets were down your throat quick flash, but that syrup liked to linger…
Uuurgh!!!
