One day last week I got home from work at 4, made a cup of tea & sat down with my laptop to read my emails. I didn’t have long as I was due at Lizzie’s house at 5 so she and her husband could go to parents evening. I suddenly woke up to find it was & I needed to loo urgently, since my illness urgently means urgently as my bladder has shrunk to the size of a pea! I galloped along the hall towards the loo & my phone started to ring. It was Lizzie checking I hadn’t forgotten our arrangement. I reassured her that I was about to leave whilst simultaneously trying to pull down my tights & knickers. I made it to the loo, plonked myself down only to find the lid was down. Fortunately I do have some small measure of control left but I was still faced with a trickle, but not a flood! I went upstairs, got changed & got to Lizzie’s by the skin of my teeth.
I left Lizzie’s around 6:30ish, having spent my time watching one DGD dance, listening to the other DGD’s description of her day at school & DGS reading bits from his newest book, Rudie Dudie, all this whilst fending off Mad dog, who can’t decide whether I’m her best friend or an intruder the children need defending from.
I arrived home & realised that yet again I needed to loo, I should have gone at Lizzies, but couldn’t face the resultant hysteria from Mad dog if I were to venture upstairs.
I put my key in the lock, pushed the door & it wouldn’t open properly, something was stopping it. I pushed & shoved & was eventually able to snake my arm around the door & dislodge the free newspaper that was wedged between the letterbox & the wall. This took some time, by the time I got through the door & to the toilet, well, lets just say I went upstairs & got changed yet again.