Many toilets this week.

Our older dog is doubly incontinent now. But eats like the labrador he is! Sits happily by the of fire. Loves tv. What more can we do than make sure this human equivalent year, in which he reaches 102 is comfortable. Daniel understandably finding that frustratingly messy. Why can’t he pee and poop outside?

I have explained to him continence hits us all at some time. Clearly not well enough!

Meanwhile little O who is now all of 4 and fascinated by piddles and poops was so impressed to find by a quirk of anatomical positioning whilst feeding ,the old dog had landed a poop in a potty. such skill. O kept praising him and telling him what a good dog he was and awarded him a star chart.

D meanwhile had knee op on Tuesday. Fortunately not anything like as bad as he had expected. A quick hoover up and wear a brace for a bit. The painkillers he dutifully swallowed caused a major disruption to normal toileting. I will say no more. But suffice to say the lactulose he had been given helped and whilst he is not feeling up to leaving his bed he can get to the bathroom. To my infinite relief. He too is enjoying tv, fire and food.

Meanwhile I had been invited to my young daughter-in-law’s brilliant evening at Moulin Rouge show t in London. Having arranged my elderly, as in 85 year old, continent, ( I think!) neighbour as standby nurse, off I nipped to hit the West End. Wonderful show. Absolutely incredibly wonderful company of 5 young ladies. Such a delight. Love them. Interval came. We collected our previously ordered gins. One of the ladies came back from the ‘ longest effing queue for the ladies ever’ so we took it in turns to use the gents situated far more conveniently by the bar. Now this is interesting. Firstly it stank of pee in there. Secondly there were many urinals. ( hence the smell I guess)… Only one cubicle. We took it in turns. Taking care to mount a guard on the door. A few nervous looking men had to wait their turn! My bladder infection of the week, has tried to respond well to my home cupboard treatments . I await a lab result. But my self cath ‘bits’ as ever handy for the pee. The men’s loo had no bins for bits. Handily I am used to chuucking it all in a handy dog poop bag. Ever in my pocket. See above!

I will mention it at the next bladder something meeting I am at. Those poor men. What about more cubicles?. What about a bin for their ‘bits’? There is a campaign called Bins for Boys. I will find that and send to the theatre. Will they care? Not a jot. But someone somewhere might need a bin.

BINS FOR BOYS

we all might need one