This morning at 6am i was rudely awakened by Mr Fink. He sat bolt upright in bed and in a clear loud voice said, "Oh my god, I'm late, I'm supposed to be at work early today to go on site."
I soothed his anguished mind, "Relax, go back to sleep it's Sunday." As he flopped back and began to relax I added, "And when Monday Morning comes round and you are late for work, there will be no need to wake me up to tell me. OK?"
Later on when we were having a laugh about it, Mr Fink admitted that if the tables had been turned and I had been the confused one, he would have said, "Oh no, quick, get dressed, get moving, your really late." and left me to find out it was Sunday on my own.
How cruel! (HE did give me breakfast in bed though so I can't complain!
