In a way, this follows on from the ‘nostalgia’ post, in the sense that you had to be in a country where this was the norm and I don’t recall it all that much.
I’m sure mother had it in the med cupboard but I was not at home enough to have it applied. We had a tree in our front garden but it was not what I considered climbable when there were so many other trees and climbing frames a short bike ride away. Most damage was bike-caused or from fights – think we were all pretty evenly matched in those.
I think what happened might have been as in the picture, courtesy of Chuckles – maybe my mother once dabbed some of it on a graze and was not too particular either in how she swabbed it on – end result would have been I’d remain shtum to her after that if I’d been out and grazed my knee or cut something – one of the others would tie my hanky around it – the clean one I’d not started – that’s I think how we did it.
One learnt that it was best not to mention anything medical to mother because it would either end up worse with this horror liquid on it or else she’d take you to the GP if it was bad and that was always injection time – GPs are fiends.
She knew I did not want that, also being groped, so I tended not to go to the doc’s more than once a decade. Probably more often than that but I wanted it once a decade.