Bedpan? In our house it was a potty, or, if you wanted to be posh, a pot de nuit, or just "the po." Always a lovely porcelain thing with a nice handle. You obviously had to get out of bed. I was glad of it because our outside toilet was infested with huge tarantulas lurking menacingly behind the long pipe which came down from the very high-up cistern. In my febrile childish imagination, of course. The only way you could flush that lav was to grab the chain and "take it by surprise."

Sorry - back to the fray...