Breakfast
I was made at 4:55pm on a Friday afternoon. How do I know this? Well, I’m very badly put together with poor wiring, dodgy plumbing and extra bits just thrown in willy nilly. So it’s not as bad as some people (my dad has a carrier bag full of drugs to keep him going) but this was my breakfast this morning (photo fuzzy due to crap camera on iPhone, it not coping well with macro mode and me not wanting to advertise the exact drugs I’m all to all and sundry 
). I’ve cheated slightly as I have a cold today, but then again the pill count would be up by 2 if I had stones (with the wussy pain killers being replaced by serious ones) and by 3 if I had a full on kidney infection. The sodding great multivitamin pill gets taken first, the rest are just thrown down my throat in one handfull.
Must admit, it reminds me of a line from Scrubs when J.D. asks Dr. Cox about the correct dose of Tylenol to give a patient: “It’s Tylenol! Regular strength Tylenol! Take a handful, throw it at the patient, whatever sticks is the correct dose.”
Don’t know about the Friday but 4.55? Don’t think so!
Dom Davis - the original Raggy Doll
Nanook, it was more a metaphorical 4.55 on a Friday, the implication being that the little elves (or whatever) that put me together were in a rush to get to the pub
Are you sure they werent actually at the pub? And had been there since lunch….
It would explain many things.