Which old wives' remedy do you still swear by, whatever the science says?

A great cold dollop smeared on before bed, straight from the little blue jar. The smell alone takes you back to being nine years old.

Not sure if it's the honey or the whisky doing the work, and frankly you don't care. You sleep like a log either way.

Steaming hot, proper homemade, with a hunk of bread on the side. Even if it does nothing, you feel looked after.

Half a teaspoon in warm water and a good noisy gargle over the sink. Horrible, but somehow it always calms things down.

Squeeze a lemon, spoon in the honey, wrap your hands round the mug. The cure for colds, bad days and most things in between.