“Good Lord, so I am! I thought I recognised that name – I am getting senile. If you ask me, it is this damned treatment the doctors are giving me!
“It is not that my brain does not work, it is because they fill it full of rubbish, which makes me feel as if I am walking through a fog all the time.”
“Then don’t take it, Papa. I’m sure it is a mistake to take too many doctors’ medicines. Because they think you are so rich and can afford to pay them, they pop in and out simply to gorge money out of you.”
“I have never heard a truer word. I will throw away my doctor’s medicines and rely on the herbs your mother grew in the Herb Garden in the country.”
“I honestly think, Papa, you would feel better if you followed her advice. They used to call her a ‘white witch’ in the village. It was only
