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Weeting the Bed - Age 6 or 7
Sunshine Started conversation Oct 8, 1999
The lighthouse laughs when it sees us coming.
"You'll never catch cod with a line like that," it burbles.
Nick is sick over the side of the boat as Uncle Charles hauls in 6 grumpy fish with gobs like man-traps.
"Just you behave," I reply, taking the measure of its ice-cream castle colours of white and red.
"I'll have words with you when I get home."
That night as I sleep my tiny legs slip and slid across the seaweedy shore beckoned by the Farnes Island lighthouse. Climbing the steps that wind around the side I find a door.
"Just what I was looking for," I remark. I drop my pants and have a pee.
Moments later.
"I didn't want to, Mummy." I call up to her as she leans over the bed and lifts the sheets.
"I thought I had gone to the toilet."
"That's alright," she says and I quickly pull the damp vest I'm wearing over my head.
The next morning I feel cold. I wet the bed deliberately to make the bed warm. That was the last time I wet my bed.
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