I have been to school

phoenix
I applied to be a mystery a few years ago. never heard back .

OGM Similar thing happened when I was expecting DS2 I was 8mths and coming back from Wales in a very old LandRover which just happened to find every bump in the road,the poor child must have been shook all over the place and the need to go to the loo became desperate and we had to stop at a grass verge and find a bush,just as I was standing up a car pulled in behind us and it was not difficult to the eye what I had done,but I just smiled and said "hello" and got back in the car and off we went with me very red faced.

Phoenix wow!

Driving back to Anglesey, in the dark, desperate for a wee. Said to OG lets just pull off down the next lane.
'You can't do that', he said.
'Trust me I'm a country girl' I replied dismissively.
Pants down, and at a point, mid flow when it's impossible to stop, along came a tractor with its headlights on......

NO! I'm business development manager for Mystery Shoppers Ltd.

You go shopping for mysteries?

Jeni because they were (in the main) serious articles about mystery shopping!

Why not?

Oh blimey!, I have done loads of live interviews for various Local BBC Radio things, and also a couple of ones for the property section of the Daily Telegraph, but none of them have involved knicker wetting related incidents!

Phoenix just keep your fingers crossed that Geraldine isn't writing another article in The Guardian!

Thank you, I think!

(It's nice to know that my misfortunes brighten someones day!)

Phoenix it was worth the wait am doubled up laughing I thought only things like that happened to me.

Phoenix, that was definitely worth the wait!

I've tried to unlock the wrong car before. Same colour but different make

Greatnan You'd have felt a great deal worse if the hotel owner had been a bit quicker.

When I was about to leave the hotel I remembered that I needed something out of my suitcase. To my surprise, it was locked and needed a key to unlock it. I was fairly sure that I had not locked it with a key, but I supposed it was one of those 'senior moments'. The hotel owner sent for a strong pair of metal cutters to snip the padlock and was just about to begin when I realised it was not my case, just one of a similar colour. I did feel a fool!

Nah JessM I've given up wearing them! (Only kidding!)

Once rushed to the loo in a desperate hurry - sat down, did the deed....then very quickly realised I hadn't lifted the lid.....(this is where we need the YUCK emoticon)!

Bet you always check you've taken your knickers down these days Phoenix!

Phoenix Hilarious! I am almost wetting myself having read your 2 accounts.
I too have been having trouble with typing posts today - they don't want to up/down load and I have to start all over again - so b....y frustrating.

I think I have only ever had one accident in the wee department - I was 5, first day at school, wee'd in the classroom which was bad enough, but was then put into headmaster's son's Y-fronts held together with a safety pin for the rest of the day. (son was about 14)

And definitely no VPL, phoenix!!! That was worth waiting for!!

Alright, then seeing as you have promised ............................

We were on the 9.57 to Paddington to go and present to a potential client. I was suited (Next, since you didn't ask, bargain in the sale) and booted and wearing full metal jacket make-up wise, (i.e. wearing foundation and blusher, rather than just eye make-up which is my usual option if I'm in the office all day.) As the jacket of the suit I was wearing was shorter than my preferred syle, I had opted for a rather skimpy thong underneath, in order to avoid the dreaded VPL.

We were travelling first class as it was only an extra £5, and the extra space makes it much easier to work, unlike those cramped seats with silly drop down flaps in standard class, or "steerage" as my colleague calls it. The other advantage is the nice man with the trolley who comes round with complimentary tea, coffee, pastries and bottled water. My daily intake of water is pretty high, but when in the office I limit myself to 1 cup of coffee a day. I had 2 cups of coffee and a bottle of water.

After a while I decided that I really should go for a wee. Upon standing I realised that I should have made that decision earlier, as I was by now quite desperate. I made my way to the facilites, which thankfully were not engaged and were therefore available for immediate occupation. I entered, locked the door undid my trousers and assumed the position. Embarking with some relief on a much needed emptying of my bladder, I noticed that although my trousers were around my knees, they had not been accompanied by my underwear, which was still in its designated area.

I felt that I had 2 options, namely:

1) Attempt some very difficult and possiby limb threatening contortions to get the relevant parts under the hand drier.
2) Remove the garment and put it in the bin and spend the rest of the day "commando"

Dear Reader, I chose option 2, and can testify to the non-chafing properties of Next trousers.

Safe even

I've just come back on and still keeping us in the dark phoenix