Blokey doesn’t often forget to take his medication to work with him (he takes it at about 9.30 every morning) but if he does forget to take it with him it’s always on a Friday. This is apparently my fault; I don’t work Friday’s. What this truly means is – quite simply – nobody gets up before him to put all his things together ready for him to grab and go.
Obviously those pesky little pixies have Friday mornings off work, probably because they’re tired after magically tidying the house on Thursday evenings.
(Day 563, NO DIALYSIS!!!)