So mortified. Walking the dog across the park beside our house with DH, turned my weak ankle in a rut and collapsed to my knees in the wet grass.
DH looked down and said in wonder, "Alright down there love?"
I snorted, then unexpectedly peed. Soaked my jeans to the knees. As I was still kneeling. When I tried to stand up more came out, and now DH is laughing so hard at my predicament that he can hardly help me up, and then I burst into tears.
Stupid menopause hormones, I keep crying for no reason, my pelvic floor is weak as a kitten, and now I have sore ankle.
I hope to God none of the neighbours were looking out of the window. This is right up there with slipping and falling at the crotch feet of a handsome young man, and tripping into the lift at a Big 4 city firm and saying "fuckshitbollocks" to the CFO.