After taking three doses, my cough wasn't getting any better at all. I finally read the label and realised that he'd inadvertently brought me the homeopathic stuff.
I called him again and asked him to make a second attempt. So he got the taxi driver to stop at the 7-11 on the way home, and triumphantly came into the house bearing:
Benylin for children.
So I took twice the recommended dose and went to bed. It was either that or put a capful of the homeopathic stuff in the bath, fill it up, and then drink a cup of the magically fortifed potion.
As soon as I'm better, I'm gonna