What fun I had last night…not!
Got up for a wee around 9ish last night. All went well. Hoisted mesen fine.
11pm, I heard hubby turn telly off and coming to bed. So, up i hoisted ready for last wee of night. Cold hot water bottle was on top of commode lid. I thought hubby would appear, but no.By this time, I was aloft and I start spinning. I make a jerk in an effort to shift bottle and lid onto floor. Cant go back down to bed, as i
ve started weeing.........tek another swipe at bottle and commode lid..............just tipped em and plop! they fell into pan…then I remembered… I hadnt asked t`old fella to empty last wee out.
By now I am hovering over t
commode and trying to fish contents out............hubby seems to be an age getting to bedroom...............then I grab a corner of hotties fleecy cover and pull…it comes out and wee is splashing all over the place! Am I in chuffin` trouble now!
Finally I lower myself, in time to finish weeing in right place. Hubby appears and sees mess on floor and just rolls his eyes!
What took so long? I ask.
The chuffin kitchen tap has packed up. Cant get any water!`
He sees my predicament and mops it up.
I need my bed! he ses.
Me too. Goodnight. I reply as he tucks me in and gives me a goodnight kiss.
Just a typical day in our gaff!