Ditto Wednesday and Friday when he's hooked up to a dialysis machine for five hours which makes it a good time to talk of many things, of shoes and ships and sealing-wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings, but mostly of our wonderful time in the banking service in the 60s.
Those were the days of pranks and practical jokes, of innocent banter and light-hearted sexual innuendos, which we then took at face value rather than to court. Those were the days we thought would never end but the years went rushing by and we lost our starry notions on the way.
But, thankfully, we still have our memories to get us through our more uncomfortable moments, like Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays. Their retelling leaves us breathless and makes us want to cry out, Lewis Carroll-like, "But wait a bit before we have our chat; for some of us are out of breath, and all of us are fat!"
