I’m desperate to go out into the world after the constricting years of the pandemic. The only snag is that I’m also, on the hour every hour, desperate to go.
This is not a medical piece about lower-urinary-tract disorder, because my condition is not as bad as that. That’s once every 20 minutes, day and night – genuinely horrid.
It’s just a glimpse of the daily life of a normal middle-aged woman after childbearing, who was perhaps a bit slack about the pelvic-floor
