I once left a christening cake I was taking to my godson's christening on the kitchen table. Next time I went into the kitchen my large ginger cat was sitting on it. He'd made a couple of indentations with his paws and arse. Fortunately the iced bib and booties were movable, so no one was any the wiser. And fortunately for me, I don't like fruit cake.I did confess all to my friend who thought it was hysterical.
Happens to me in the living room with stray crisp crumbs, they turn out out to be a different flavour with no crunch.
Or try and catch said sharp new knife as it falls from the countertop, when you're instincts say, "Oh, no, my new knife!" instead of "Sharp knife, let it go".
That reminds me of a time during my teenage years that I decided I was going to make boiled eggs. I put them in a pot of water, turned the heat and left them there. I was watching tv and forgot all about them when all of a sudden I hear a loud POP. Mom was not happy about the mess
Tried to catch a dropped pint glass once. Caught it just as it smashed on the corner of the bench. Ripped my hand to pieces.
Canny scar on a finger from separating pre-cut, but frozen, tea cakes. Bread snapped, knife caught my finger and went right into the chopping board.
I know, I know, the nerve of an American using Americanisms.
