Sans Titre, 1929.
Jacques Andre Boiffard.
How typical Richie goes out to pick up the last bits of shopping and 5 minutes later I can feel my bowels starting to move and I have no option but to sit here and do it in the bed.
I am looking forward to hearing the front door open and its Richie, for now I sit here soiling the bed, typing while watching football on TV.
The sun comes by intermittently, thoughts of summer being shelved until next year, I do hope we will still get the odd lovely warm sunny day.
Feel bad greeting Richie with the news I have done it in the bed but there is nothing I can do, that is not in my power.
I hate being incontinent but have decided it’s a waste of time and energy being upset by things I can’t change.
Turns out I had not done anything, that happened when Richie laid me down to get the straps from the hoist around my legs, then he sat me up again and it happened then.
As soon as I got taken into the bathroom and had used the toilet, my life started to improve again, after Richie showered me I felt even better.
Now I am in the front room, watching Richie cook, the dogs have been playing are watching Richie in case he drops something tasty on the floor.
I have been noticing the evenings getting darker once again, guess summer is winding down now and we can look forward to hopefully a pleasant autumn.