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WHILE fetching a hard-boiled egg from the high-growing weeds and brambles fringing the field beneath the ancient walls of the sandstone quarry, where snails canoodle, I came to the uncomfortable realisation that generations of bare-skinned Britons have been making exaggerated claims about the efficacy of the dock leaf as a balm for nettle stings.
In common with our late Queen Mother, the U-bend, Sir Bobby Charlton and guide dogs, it seems that the dock leaf is beyond reproach.See the full content of this document
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David Charters: Now Test the Dock Leaf. It Will Fail Miserably
I remember how it was when I was a boy, fossils were fresh and Aunty Gwladys kept Joey, her pet pterodactyl, in a cage in the parlour. "Who's a pretty boy, then?" she would ask him, as he stretched from his perch to ...
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