A few years ago I was back home in Ireland and the long drive resulted in me having a bit of a sore arse. I went to the pharmacy and trying to be smart perused the shelves looking for the ointment I wanted. Unable to find it I said to the woman behind the ramp ‘My Dad’s asked me to get him some cream but I don’t know what it’s called exactly. He’s quite old and he’s got a sore bum’. She said ‘Anusol?’ and I replied ‘yeah that’s it I think’. She got me the ointment and as I was leaving she said to me ‘How’s your Mum?, I haven’t seen her since your Dad’s funeral.