Memories of Aunt Anne

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For some of us it is - or was - a relative who piqued our interest in pee related mattters.  In my case it was my lovely Aunt Anne, a relative by marriage, who, sadly, is no longer with us.   Although I don't remember her wetting herself in my presence, she certainly had near misses and told anecdotes occasionally about some of them.  I'm pretty sure she knew of my 'interest' and she certainly inspired much of the 'Anne' fiction I've written over the years.

Aunt Anne was always a bit of a tease and once joked about needing her 'clean knickers.'  When I initially didn't react, repeated it mentioning me by name. It was obviously something I was meant to hear! Clearly, she knew more about me than she was willing to admit. On another occasion she jokily recalled having needing to pee a lot whilst on a foreign holiday and another family member having to seek go to the chemists to get something to 'mend' her.

 

She also told me about at least one occasion when she'd been on a car trip and had to get the driver to stop so she could nip behind a hedge because she was bursting for a wee.

 

 Back in 2001 my late niece celebrated her 21st Birthday and we had a big family party in a local church hall where new loos (with thin walls) had just been installed. I had lunch at a table with my uncle and aunt as well as a family friend. At about 4pm Aunt Anne announced that she needed the loo and I decided I 'needed' the adjoining gents too. Knowing full well she'd not been all afternoon, I had my ears peeled and wasn't disappointed. It was like listening to a racehorse weeing and I'm pretty sure she'd have wet herself if she'd put it off much longer!

 

Yet another really memorable incident was a couple of years later when my uncle and aunt arrived at my parents' house for lunch, having broken the 90 mile journey with a break for coffee at another uncle's.   He'd just lost his wife after a long illness and was none too domesticated so the house had been filthy. Both Uncle Alan & Aunt Anne had declined to use his loo because of hygiene concerns, and they were both desperate to pee by the time they arrived with us. They did both make it - just - but my Uncle Alan being the perfect gentleman that he was, let Aunt Anne go first. It was a close run thing though.

 

In 2013 we held a family Sunday lunch for my 50th Birthday at one of the pubs in my village earlier, sadly since closed. Aunt Anne was there, having been driven up by one of my cousins who lived within striking distance of her. You won't be surprised to hear that I engineered things so that she sat next to me, in a seat which was difficult to leave, during the meal which ran to a little over three hours. After paying a visit to my uncle's grave in the churchyard, she then came to my house with other members of the family for a good chathich lasted a good hour and a quarter. She wanted a cup of tea and I obligingly gave her a big pint mug, filled to the brim, savouring the experience of watching her drink it. No doubt aware of the 'code' between us she obligingly drank the whole lot. I was rather hoping that she'd ask to use the loo before leaving but didn't do so. In fact so far as I'm aware she didn't go to the loo visit during her entire visit and had an hour and three quarters journey home. I don't know whether she made it home without needing a service station or not.  However I think I perhaps missed a trick by not offering her a second mug of that tea!

 

Happy memories indeed.  

 

  

[Carb0nBased 647]

She sounds like she was a naughty but nice lady! It's a shame you never got so far as to be able to watch her, or even to borrow a pair of her not-so-clean panties...