Well, not exactly, but it remains true that I take about 12 pills a day and that BH takes about 6, with a modest amount of overlap. There are a lot of pills in the house.
This morning, we contemplated the possibility of minding our granddaughters for a bit, but taking our eyes off the ball.
After a quiet couple of hours, in they bounce and explain with great gusto that they have taken all our pills out of their popper packs, sorted them by colour, and made a really super picture with them on the dining room table. We did try eating a few, but they were not very nice.
PS: in digging the snap above out from Bing, I learn from Copilot that there is a whole genre of art involving making pictures out of pills. Something I believe that the dead sheep man, aka Hirst, is also into, although he did not turn up this afternoon. He seems to love all this medical stuff. I wonder now whether he loved or loathed the cadaver man. Cross that he didn't think of it first or what?
References
Reference 1: https://psmv6.blogspot.com/2026/06/diomed-etc.html. Recent notice of the cadaver man towards the end.
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