Just The Tonic
I came in from work the other night to be greeted by a pasty looking husband.

"I don't feel very well. Can you feel my temperature please?" said Chris, looking sorry for himself.
I looked over his shoulder to see a row of empty Stella cans and a full glass waiting for his return.
"I'm sorry darl, but I don't look after sick people who are getting drunk," I replied.
I should have pre-empted his response.
"But don't you see? Stella IS my medicine - I can stave off any disease with its help."
Obviously the NHS is lagging behind when it comes to this particular treatment...
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