Christmas Carols

Tonight we went with another family to a local church for a Christmas Carol service.

At it started at 6.30pm so I decided to do an early dinner of pasta bake and garlic bread. When we arrived to pick our friends up at 6.00 I used the loo and emptied my bag.

Half way through the service I looked down and saw that my bag had filled right up and was almost at bursting point. Knowing there was still at least another 30 minutes to go I started to panic, wondering whether it would last or if it would leak and start trickling down my leg.

I was desperately wondering whether I would be able to go outside and discreetly empty it into a drain or something when I saw a mum take her child through a door and moments later I heard the flushing of a chain. Hallelujah!

Not wanting to draw attention to myself I asked big fella if he needed a wee so that it would look like I was taking a child to the loo and not that I as a grown adult couldn't 'hold it' during the service.

What I hadn't banked on was the other 3 children all wanting to have a wee too so now I was taking 4 children to the loo, halfway through the service, drawing no attention to myself whatsoever. Not!

Anyway, it turned out ok. My bag survived the remainder of the service and my friend introduced me to her vicar who had put me onto the parish prayer list while I've been unwell.

I'm now in my pjs, hooked up to my fluids waiting for my children to go to sleep so that me and hubby can finish the present wrapping and find suitable hiding places for a few more days.

NB x

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