She took me to one of those chemists which has a window display full of prosthetic limbs and mobility aids. Inside, a pungent scent of iodine filled my nostrils as my aunt loudly asked where the adult nappies were kept. The chemist directed us to the correct aisle and told us to ask if we needed any help. “Oh these look nice.” she said, picking up a pack of ladies incontinence pants, decorated with little pink hearts. “It’s a pity they don’t make them like this for boys too.” she said as she put them back.
