Money for a load of old...

Urine. Yes that's right urine. Those of you who regularly read my other halfs blog will know that we have both volunteered to take part in a medical study involving urine monitoring for the princely sum of 30GBP. After a selection of bizarre phone calls involving the lovely Dr Patel accusing an irate Katharyn of being Andrew's wife (we're not in Somerset now!) I finally got to meet him on Wednesday last week.

He furnished me with a small black box with three buttons on it, a paper bladder diary and a 500ml jug to wee into. The plan was for me to wee in the jug, measure the volume, record the volume and time on the piece of paper and press the appropriate buttons on the black box to do the same.

The trial went pretty well except for the constant fear of Katharyn or andrew pressing the yellow button so that Dr Patel thought I had wet myself and the obvious embarrassment of carrying a jug round to wee into at all times. I am just glad I am not drinking.

Anyway, I am not £30 better off and we got paid a week early this month because of the 'year end'. Woo. Go weeing in a jug. Oh yeah and I know a lot more about by bladder capacity.