Toe in the Water

A Pill for Depression

A Pill for Depression

It’s hard getting any sympathy in this household. Just the other day I was feeling sorry for myself, deep in the throes of P.O.M.S (Poor Old Man Syndrome), when I said to Andrea, “What are you going to do when I go doolally one of these days?”

”What d’you mean, ‘Go doolally?’” she says.

“You know, lose my marbles, say hello to Mr Alzheimer, whatever.”

She looks at me. “What d’you want me to do? Hide your socks or something?”

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