Ben slowly started to come around, what was going on? Why was he so cold? As he moved his legs slightly he felt the wet sheets rub against his bare legs, and realised that he’d wet the bed again. But why was his duvet off?

Ben opened his eyes, and reality came crashing down on him. His lack of sleep had made him confused, but as soon as he saw Richard standing over him, duvet in hand and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Ben understood what was happening. What’s more, there was a crowd of his peers standing around Richard, all laughing at Ben, and the large wet patch on his bed.

“Awww, little baby wet his bed?” Richard teased, “Look at his clothes, all wet look. Poor bedwetting Ben. Time for a nappy change, don’t you think Laura?”