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Teaspoons of honey: the stuff subscribed in the old English boarding school (where I worked last year). To any poor little kid (or staff member) with a touch of hay fever, these would be dealt out in copious amounts by an elderly lady, stocked full with tradition. A sneaking suspicion it was in dire straits to deplete the kitchen honey bucket that had candied over, but nonetheless, psychologically - it worked like a dream.
So as it hits me again - and I wouldn't really forego the over-the-counters and tissues and all, but I'm finding a teaspoon of honey just a little bit lovely right now. :)