My washing machine has conked out and the new one won't be arriving until Friday so I washed out a few things by hand this morning. No probs with the washing but when I tried to wring them out I realised it's not just unscrewing tops of jars and bottles that has now become a problem.
Fortunately, it's a nice blowy which is just as well because I'm looking at more than just a few drips cascading out of my PJs onto the lawn.
As if that wasn't bad enough I then decided to water in a few plants at the far end of a border using the watering can as I CBA to unwind the hose.
I didn't grip the handle tightly enough and managed to water my left leg at the precise moment the postman arrived. 
If he sees us in the garden he reverses down the drive and hands the post through the van window so there was no concealing my soggy jeans.
He probably didn't believe a word of my explanation.
out of sheer desperation I jammed the lid of a wine bottle into the door frame to try and loosen it.
It worked.
My clothes were red, the floor was red, the walls were red.... I think I managed to get a glass out of what was left. mind you I sat and drank it before tacking the cleaning up. 
Today I was looking at Always Discreet/Tena products in the supermarket. A lady came along, also looked at the products and says to me about how expensive they are, leading to a discussion on the merits of the different ratings, with or without wings etc.
When we parted 15 minutes later I knew all about her (unsuccessful) operation, her pelvic floor, how it was sometimes stress incontinence, sometimes urge.... Her current bad cough wasn't helping matters. I saw in her bag that she had spare everything in case of an accident.
I also knew about her friend's (successful) operation and friend's pelvic floor.
No embarrassment whatsoever from either of us 
My previous post was on the subject of the heading i.e. weaknesses creeping up.
And I do have a fantastic postman, who sees me regularly in my dressing gown. Never in my nightdress - with or without the door open
My milkman calls for his money early (8am!) on Saturdays. He's quite used to me opening the door in my nightie with a cardi slung round my shoulders. However, recently his teenage grandson has been helping him ... I now have to set the alarm to make sure I'm dressed to spare the poor lad's blushes
Oh thank you for this thread. I am in bed chortling away at your tales. ( Sleep won't come, again.)
I've noticed that I can't get words out occasionally. I am in full flow and all of a sudden the word I want won't come to me. Every now and then I try to remember someone famous from the past and their name is a blank. Just can't remember, and then half an hour later it will come to me.
Physically, getting up and down off the floor isn't as easy as it was, bending in the garden means it takes ages to straighten up, and after sitting for a while I ache and take a while to straighten up and get back to fast paced walking.
All signs of age creeping up on me. I must get so gentle exercise to help me stay supple I think, even though I hate exercise for exercises sake.
I was sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in a towel and drying my hair when I heard the sound of the window cleaner's ladder being propped up under my window. Only just reached the curtain in time to avoid embarrassment. This week the Hermes. courier has twice caught me out in my towel! Must think I'm a shameless hussy!
I have to get myself into a yoga 'dog' position to get up from the floor, quite an art in it!
An ex colleague once rushed to the door wrapped in a towel when the postman knocked with a parcel. Unfortunately he wanted her to sign for it, so she took the form, turned away from him and put it on her hall table. Then of course she realised she couldn't hold the form still, write and keep hold of her towel at the same time. Without thinking, and leaning over with her back to him, she said "Just put your finger on this, will you?". When she turned round, she saw him running down the path!
Well, I kind of turn over, get into that position but not so elegantly then walk my feet forwards, push and can get up. Otherwise I flounder round like a whale for ages. I can't push myself up from a 'knees bent' position
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