Friends, welcome to the Daily Inch.

While I'm away researching Murdemile, here's a little treat to keep you entertained over

the next three weeks.

15 little stories which are fun, rambly, informative, but not essential to listen to.

Each story has been written and presented in a tongue-in-cheek way and are not for the

easily offended.

Murdemile returns on Thursday the 24th of August 2023.

But until then, there's this.

The Daily Inch.

Number 21.

It just needs a plaster.

When it comes to sickness or injury, too many of us are terrible at asking for help.

We've all done it, lying in bed with a cold, rubbing our noses as rambently as a stop-broke

assnaughting his Christmas bonus, looking as ruddy-cheeked as a Tory MP court-roddering

to Rhino's flatmate.

Being surrounded by enough rancid handkies to make even a teenage boy go, steady on mate,

it'll drop off.

And being unwilling to seek any medical advice, unless we've actually hacked up a lung, dislodged

our larynx, or sharded so hard that we've turned our insides out and ended up grinning

out of our own buttolls.

But we'll be fine, why?

Because we've had a cup of tea with some lemon and honey in it.

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