As a kid I loved going to the country and staying inn my nana's huge huge farm house. I could go into detail about all the rooms but lets suffice to say that some rooms had names. We normally stayed in the 'family' room which had a cot,, 2 singles, a double, a wardrobe and room to play.
Ok to the point ... I was about 5 and this particular time my brother, 4, and I were sleeping in the 'dark room'. It had 2 singles and some other furniture. The windows were painted black - why? - no idea.
The door had one of those old fashioned locks which is a metal box on the back of the door with a latch that lifts up instead of in and out like on doors today. My brother and I were sent to bed and the door was shut .... and now lights off the dark room was DARK.
In the wee small hours one wee little boy needed to go wee. So up I got and tried to open the door. I tried and I tried and I tried but to no avail. I turned the light on to see if that would help. I just could not turn the knob to get the latch high enough to clear the catch.
Desperation set in. I am scouring the room where to go and then another light switched on ... an idea!!
By this time I am absolutely busting and holding my elephant with one hand I am so grateful I was not circumcised as it created extra storage for what the bladder would hold no more. Ever so gently I peel back my brothers covers down to his thighs. Slowly I release a little pressure on my elephant trying not to squirt everywhere but rather trickle onto his sheets so it all pools around my brother where he has sunk into his matress.
Relief ... bladder empty I pull the blankets back over my 4 yr old brother who got told off for wetting the bed later that morning - never to say a word till we met when our mum was dying and he was 30.
I crawled back into my nice warm dry bed
Dave The Turning Cowboy
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