Last evening I met up with an old friend/colleague at a poetry reading event at the Fox & Hounds at Cattistock. Bev, who is not a member of our group, read a couple of her poems at the end of the evening. They were much more cheerful than most of the morbid stuff that we read!
Nattering with her over a drink, she told me of what she had done to her husband who suffers very badly from hay fever/pollen allergy, usually needing medical treatment and jabs in the height of the season. Hubby isn’t a honey lover so, in two successive winters and thus in advance of the pollen season, Bev surreptitiously fed him small quantities of local honey daily by concealing it beneath the stratum of jam on his toast.
It worked! The following summers he was much less troubled by his pollen allergy. As he was unaware that he was being force fed honey it can’t have been the placebo effect.
Eventually Bev confessed to hubby and now he voluntarily takes a daily spoon of honey on his porage.