That's why you should do something about it Noncon...
Personally, I was never a regular bedwetter. Don't ask me why. I just didn't do it very much. But I do want to share with you a little story about one of the few times I
did wet the bed. It's pretty funny.
When I was about 10 years old, our family went to visit my Mum's sister in Australia. We took an outing to go visit her parents-in-law, old schol Aussies who lived up some mountain in the far south (just across from Tazmania). These folk were so old school, they didn't believe in having any electricty in the house. Gas was just for cooking with. Showers were cold, etc. This was in winter time and in the south it can get cold.
So for the week that we were there, all of us hunkered down under big blankets and shivered ourselves to sleep. One night, it was so damn cold that I woke up in the wee hours to find my bed drenched. I'd wet the bed.
Now bear in mind, I was 10. Too young to sort the problem out but too old to live this embarassment down. There was no way I was going back to sleep in the soggy sheets. I remember looking frantically round the room wondering what to do, trying to find a plan to get me out of this.
Then I saw my little sister lying in her bed in the corner. She was 6 years old at the time. Hmmm, she's of bedwetting age for sure, I thought to myself. So I went over, picked her up, put her down in my bed and went to sleep in hers.
The morning saw me making up some cock and bull story about how she had got frightened of something in the night and how I had so generously offered to give her my less scary bed to ease her fears. What a shame she had to insult my generosity by pissing all over it.
I totally got away with it
