“Pardon?” (LJ)

My ear is playing up again. I keep getting infections, and it worries me that the doctor has prescribed the honey-scented antibiotics as freely as he might Lockets. The first time I had the infection, the antibiotic and anti-inflammatory mixture swept through my ear like it was plummeting down from Shotover on a well-oiled racing bike; the second time it was scooting down Cowley Road towards the roundabout; this time it seems to be trying to cycle up Headington Hill. I’m worried that next time, owing to selective breeding of bacterial populations, it will appear as if they have their brakes on all the way up.

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