I don’t know the genius who came up with just bottling blackcurrant juice as a concentrate, and then getting people to buy it a dilute it. I don’t know the genius, but every night for the last five nights I have prayed a blessing on him/her and his/her family.
Truly when my chest feels sore, my nose runs faster than Mr. Bolt and my throat feel rougher than Joe Cocker back on 60 a day, few easy to hand remedies present themeselves like a good hot drink of blackcurrant Ribena. I can testify of the cleansing and healing power of that hot beverage. No need for all the hassle about this medication or that prescription a good hot cup of the stuff and at least the run is more of a stroll and the rough is as smooth as a Lionel Richie ballad (except for Sail On, which is a soul-country cheesey mish-mash effort, as you know).
Thank you Lord for the good people at Ribena.
That is all.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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