When you were a kid, medicines generally fell into two categories: The ones that made you cry because they tasted so vile and the ones that tasted really good. Like, so good you’d pull a sickie to try one more spoonful again. It’s been a while since I’ve taken anything other than drab and tasteless painkillers, but if I think hard enough, I can still taste each and everyone of these medicines:
When there was a fever in the Sheppard household, the calpol came out. Sticky, sweet and garish purply goodness.
I don’t know what it’s called. Google doesn’t know what it’s called. But everybody loves the banana-flavoured medicine used to treat earaches. And as earaches are easy to fake (“Mum, I have an eeeeeeearaaaaaaache”) it was all too easy to sneak extra doses.
I found that it burned my throat too much to have more than one dose. But it was very sweet and the bottle had flowers on it.
Jelly Baby Vitamins
Not strictly medicine, but still yummy and only allowed in limited doses.
Have I missed any out?