“Mary” whom I think goes to the same hairdresser as “Wilma Flintstone”, is married to the increasingly curmudgeonly “Ed” who is concerned with a strange sound from their car and with a pain in his stomach. Being a typical bloke, though, he thinks he knows best and determines to do anything but seek professional advice for either problem. After taking his car to a crank and ending up paying way more for the repair, he concludes that his medicine cupboard full of “Rigor Mortis” and “Vesuvius Balm” might not be the best solution for his tummy issues, especially as that very symptom features on…