Though it is terribly glamourous and ‘Valley of the Dolls’ -esque to pop ten pills a day, the measuring out and chowing down has been making me late for work. Okay, it doesn’t that THAT long to open, measure out and swallow, but I run a very tight ship in the morning, principally so I can spend every last minute in bed, and five minutes is a big difference when you get up at 8am and leave at 8.35am. It’s a rather messy and badly dressed ship, often covered in streaks of mascara in the wrong places and leaving a trail of old receipts and fag packets behind it, but tight nevertheless.
Then I discovered this little beauty. Well known to those of advanced age or suffering from an autoimmune deficiency, this nifty little case from Boots. Perfect! Spend Sunday evening feeling like a drug dealer and then save time all week!
To add to my super toightness, I have also perfected the skill of swallowing ten pills in one gulp. Sexy.
