Thursday, 24 September 2009

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The matron swore by this stuff when I was at my prep school.
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  1. Alan Burnett24 September 2009 at 08:47

    The great thing about cures of this generation was how they could get rid of numerous troubling symptoms all at once. If there is a modern equivalent for such cure-alls it is things like "exercise" or "vegetables" or "starvation". I suspect I would prefer the syrup of figs.

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  2. Rinkly Rimes24 September 2009 at 08:49

    I seem to remember it featured in my past too, but I can't go into details because I'm too shy.

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  3. geraldgee24 September 2009 at 09:11

    One got plenty of excercise.....running for the loo.

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  4. Margaret Gosden24 September 2009 at 14:05

    To be confronted with a spoonful of syrup of figs was the bane of my life. That, and prunes!

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  5. geraldgee24 September 2009 at 14:27

    Ah Mayb we should open a "I survived Syrup of Figs Club"?
    But in my kindergarden school we were given Gregory Powder. Far worse and much quicker action.

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  6. Sunny25 September 2009 at 14:26

    That's right up there with Cod Liver Oil! Yuck!
    Sunny :)

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  7. geraldgee25 September 2009 at 14:44

    We were also given a very bright pink medicine on every possible occasion. Does anybody know what this was? Could explain a lot.

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