My father called out at 1.30am this morning. We went in to find him sitting on his bed, with his soaking wet pyjama bottoms next to him. The bathroom floor was soaked in urine. He denied it was anything to do with him - it was like that when he found it. It's bad enough we obviously have an intruder breaking in just to wee on the floor, but the fact he chooses to wee all over his pyjamas too is beyond the pale.
It wasn't that funny this morning, nor at 5.45am when we heard another thud as he landed.
It wasn't that funny this morning, nor at 5.45am when we heard another thud as he landed.