I know a few people right now who could do with some strengthening medicine. I read the story again this week how Jesus struggled in the Garden of Gethsemane and an angel came and strengthened him. I wonder what he did - or said - or may be he did and said nothing but was just there.
I have a friend who longs to see an angel. But until such time as the angel turns up and dispenses his strengthening medicine I can only offer my own home brewed recipe. It relies on a generous dollop of ear, concentrate of brown eye and absence of tongue and tripe.
And for afters there is always extract of malt.
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