On Wednesday I was feeling quite smug. I had enjoyed a nice massage, we had been out for fresh air and sunshine on Monday. Then the incontinence came back with a vengeance, three nights in a row and twice on Thursday night. The best pads and pull up pants just don't seem to stop it at the moment. Of course, I was so stressed and tired changing sheets and trying to get them dried between showers it only occurred to me now that OH may have a UTI. I also got a little upset and fed up with the referendum and everything around that. That will teach me to focus on what's important and what I can change. Then I thought I would be clever and get some laundry cleanser and fresh pads from the huge warehouse 24 hour supermarket, but they have everything but what I wanted, so had to wait for the other one to open. Enough whinging and self pity, roll on monday when we can get a sample in to the surgery and check for a UTI.