Wishes and horses and beggars...

You know one said, with faint hope, it would be nice to sleep in tomorrow. Sometimes by the end of the working week the body is tired. It survives on inadequate sleep and crams too much physical stuff into that time slot. By the end of the week one feels... old

Well you could lube up your arse before you go to sleep and I'll give you a surprise wakeup call when I get home He suggested helpfully

Umm... how is that going to aid the mission to sleep in, exactly?

Well it will aid my morning no end He replied

You know the idea of sleeping in sort of vanished...

See people are difficult like that...

And fear doesn't really aid sleep at all

Mutters whatever He may think