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Xmas disasters!!
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Following on from Scarlett's post, does anyone have any tales of xmas disasters. Mine was about 11 years ago and I was carrying my sack downstairs, my nan was walking in front of me and I slipped and fell. I tripped my nan up and she went diving onto the floor. my mum and her spent most of xmas day at the hospital and it turned out she had broken her arm when she fell and she returned home plastered up!! I felt awful and xmas was completely spoilt!!
your tales please!!
your tales please!!
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I woke one xmas morning with flu (hangover more like but wouldnt admit that to my mum). She told me she had some ibuprofen in the kitchen so i took some and tried to get on with the day. Within half an hour i couldnt breathevery well, i get asthma but never this bad. I just wanted to stop breathing and fall asleep. Luckily my mum called the GP and he knew straight away that id had a reaction to the ibuprofen and put me on a nebuliser.
It ruined my xmas day cos i felt so rough and spent all day in bed unable to breathe well enough to even eat.
It ruined my xmas day cos i felt so rough and spent all day in bed unable to breathe well enough to even eat.
Stairs again i'm afraid.
My mum & dad came and visited us, we went out for a beer, my dad had more than usual, and during the night, he obviously lost his bearings, because when he came out of the bedroom to go to the toilet, instead of turning left, he went straight on {what would of been ok in his own house} and 14 stairs were waiting for him with open arms, he fell down the lot, and severely bruised his ribs.
We laugh at it now, because there he was at the bottom of the staircase in his Y-FRONTS and one of my orniments was broken, i made a bee line for the orniment lol
Ps, he made a full recovery
My mum & dad came and visited us, we went out for a beer, my dad had more than usual, and during the night, he obviously lost his bearings, because when he came out of the bedroom to go to the toilet, instead of turning left, he went straight on {what would of been ok in his own house} and 14 stairs were waiting for him with open arms, he fell down the lot, and severely bruised his ribs.
We laugh at it now, because there he was at the bottom of the staircase in his Y-FRONTS and one of my orniments was broken, i made a bee line for the orniment lol
Ps, he made a full recovery
I cant even remember that redcrx, my xmas story wasn�t actually xmas day, anyway I was about 19 and my boyfriend at the time lived a while away from me with his family and I just used to see him every weekend, anyway because we weren�t going to see eachother xmas day his mum had organised an early xmas meal for us with his aunts uncles, granddad, siblings etc. anyway the night before was a very drunken night when my bloke got a bit out of hand and I had to call the police on him and ended up staying at his mates because I couldn�t get in his house. So the morning of the xmas dinner I had to knock on his mums door and explain that her son was in a police cell. We did get him out just in time but he had to sit infront of his granddad who is very old fashioned with a big black eye and stitches in his head. :-)
This ones not xmas, but i was staying at the mother-in laws house at the time {girlfriend, now wife was still living with her mum/dad} i got up to go to the toilet, so i wrapped a duvet around me to hide my modesty, walking along the corridor, the duvet got caught under my feet, i tripped, but did'nt have a chance to put my hands out in front of me to break the fall, landed ''face 1st'' , i split my bottom lip and cracked a front tooth, there was claret everywhere, i needed 16 stiches, plus ex-amount of dental treatment, my face was in a right two & eight, my wife to be was hysterical, reason being, we got married two weeks later, you could say, they patched me up, but i did'nt look me best, i still have a fair scar on the inner side of my bottom lip
Not Xmas day, but Xmas related...
My (now ex) boyfriend came with me to my work Xmas Ball, it was a really posh event at a huge stately house. We had all been drinking happily and dancing about to the usual Xmas selection, when a fight broke out on the dance floor, to my horror, my boyfriend had my boss round the throat, no one could seperate them, they had started arguing over a balloon apparently!!! The police were called, my boss pressed charges and my boyfriend had to spend the night in a police cell! Going into work on the Monday morning was the most humiliating thing I have ever had to do!
Needless to say I dumped the boyfriend. x
My (now ex) boyfriend came with me to my work Xmas Ball, it was a really posh event at a huge stately house. We had all been drinking happily and dancing about to the usual Xmas selection, when a fight broke out on the dance floor, to my horror, my boyfriend had my boss round the throat, no one could seperate them, they had started arguing over a balloon apparently!!! The police were called, my boss pressed charges and my boyfriend had to spend the night in a police cell! Going into work on the Monday morning was the most humiliating thing I have ever had to do!
Needless to say I dumped the boyfriend. x
One Christmas day, my Mum & Dad popped over to visit one of my brother's & took Sandy, their sweet little dog with them.
Sandy promptly walked into the lounge, went straight over to the Christmas tree, had a sniff round, cocked his leg & wee'd all over the beautifully wrapped presents!
My sis-in-law, was not amused (miserable bag), but my brother thought it was hilarious - so did we!
Sandy promptly walked into the lounge, went straight over to the Christmas tree, had a sniff round, cocked his leg & wee'd all over the beautifully wrapped presents!
My sis-in-law, was not amused (miserable bag), but my brother thought it was hilarious - so did we!
Had a drink or two while I was doing Christmas dinner, went to baste the turkey, the roasting dish caught the side of the oven as I went to put it back in and the turkey slid across the kitchen floor. I scooped it up and shoved in back in the oven, giggling hysterically, then my son strolled into the kitchen to see what the racket was and slid over on the turkey fat on the kitchen floor. The pair of us were practically wetting ourselves while I tried to help him up and for the rest of the day we started laughing again every time we looked at each other.
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