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Share your embarrassing stories with Flora and you could win a £200 John Lewis voucher NOW CLOSED(120 Posts)
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Did a bit of re gifting at a recent family party.
When the child opened the present my dd (6 at the time) started to say.
"I got one of those for my birthday. Where is it Mummy? I didn't even get to play with that. That one just looks like mine. Where have you put it?"
On and on and on......whilst I tried to very badly bluff my way out of it.
Oh god, Iwaswatchingthat, you've reminded me of something.
Our neighbour is very kind and gave our children a lot of things that were hers when she was a child. Some brilliant things like huge Lego sets, and some not so good stuff like very outdated non-fiction books.
Roll on a few months, DH had sorted out a load of stuff to take to charity and I was loading into the car. Neighbour was out the front so I told her we were getting rid of a load of crap. There in a clear plastic box was a stack of the old-fashioned books she'd given us. She didn't say anything, and I was too embarrassed to try to explain it. We just stood there looking at it all until I closed the boot.
<turns inside out cringing>
I presume you have now put your house on the market.
I've never had an embarrassing incident involving Flora or any buttery spread
I've never had an embarrassing incident involving Flora or any buttery spread
No, but I've gone out of my way to take in parcels for her and I often wheel her bin back so she doesn't have to
Ha ha - love it. She will end up moving in with you and you will become her full time carer all over the guilt of some old books!!!!
Son came out of primary school in his PE trainers saying he couldn't find his new Russell and Bromley shoes (which had cost a fortune) I searched the classroom and cloakroom but all I could find was a tatty pair of shoes left behind so I assumed a child had taken his good shoes and left these behind. I managed to locate the teacher and she asked the whole class to check their shoes after registration the following morning. Our shoes still did not turn up so the teacher asked all the other teachers in the school to keep an eye out for them. I offered to bring in the shoe box with the picture of the shoes on so they knew what they were looking for. When I took in the shoe box I discovered the tatty leftover pair of shoes were exactly like the picture on the box AND the exact size and width. Hid in the back of the playground at pick up time for quite a while after that...
On Friday, I went for a long run. 10k later, I'm back at the end of my road when I spot what I think is one of our neighbours on the other sound of the roundabout. I wave and shout hello. The lady in question comes jogging over.
Its not my neighbour. Its someone I have only seen vaguely. This (very nice and lovely) lady then chats to me for half an hour about running and triathlon. As I stand there, on the main road in lycra shorts and vest top.
Double mortification as not only did I have to brazen it out that she wasn't the person I thought she was, but the whole town got to see me in my running kit
My way home from the supermarket used to be past the school I worked at. Occasionally I do too much shopping and it won't all fit underneath so a bag balances on the apron of our coachbuilt pram (said pram plus baby kept me in touch as we walked past on mat leave).
One day a pupil runs up the road behind me calling 'Miss! Miss!' so I turn and prepare for a chat. Instead he thrusts 3 packs of the extra long extra absorbent sanitary towels I've just bought into my hands and rushes off red-faced. DS had been rootling through the bag on the apron and dropped them over the side without me seeing.
All embarrassing personal hygiene products are now stashed under the pram.
I spent years believing I had been banned from our local for drinking underage unbeknownst to me it was my parents winding me up, all of my family and rather a lot of my friends knew and they take the mickey quite a lot
My sister bought her new, rather posh, boyfriend round to the house. I was entertaining them in the sitting room while my husband bathed our children. My daughter was about 18months old and loved running around naked.
She escaped, naked, from the bathroom and ran, giggling with joy, into the sitting room. Before I could catch her, or say anything, she squatted down and did a huge poo on the edge of the rug, leaped up and ran off, still giggling.
The boyfriend was a Head Master, I am a teacher. I just knew he was judging me for my poor parenting skills. My daughter was naked, out of control, shitting on the carpet and it really, really stank with the warmth of the fire.
Bought a big pot of brilliant white gloss paint to paint the outside window frames with whilst shopping with the family including in laws a few weeks ago.
Fil wanted to look at dvds but the rest of us sat outside on the bench in the shopping centre to wait for him and so dh stuck this big pot of paint under the bench out of the way of dd and ds or so he thought as a few minutes later dd managed to kick the side of it causing the whole thing to tip over and the lid pop off sending the gloss paint everywhere.
Dh tried to stand it up to stop more coming out and so got covered and dd's new trainers got covered too. But I was mortified as it was was everywhere. Luckily we managed to get the dvd shop owner to call the cleaner on their walkie talkie but it was awful cos there was nothing we could do but watch it spread and warn the other customers whilst we waited for the cleaner. It was definitely embarrassing.
I had an emergency c-section when DS was born and, as my MIL was gravely ill at the time, DH was shuttling (v. long journey) between the two locations. The maternity ward was being fantastic and allowing DH in late at night, etc. because they knew what was going on. I was in a side room and DH arrived one evening totally exhausted and lay down on the bed beside me as we chatted. We both fell asleep - DS was asleep in a crib beside us. The next day the entire floor and all the staff knew - luckily they thought it was sweet, but I was very embarrassed!
Aww, that's not embarrassing at all flamingtoaster
When I was little ( well obviously not that little), I sat in a bucket of water at my friend's house ( it was a hot sunny day and we'd being playing with water all day) and, of course, I got stuck! Howling with panic and embarrassment, it took my friend's older brother and her mum to heave me out with a resounding popping sound. Oh the shame as they all roared with laughter!!!
When I was a PA, my boss was in his office with a Senior Manager, Ian Gibbs. I was sitting outside at my desk, when I got a call from someone asking to speak with Ian Gibbs. I explained he was in a meeting with my boss, and they asked me to go in and interrupt, as this was urgent.
Apprehensivly I knocked on the door, went in and explained that Ian Gibbs had an urgent call. He said, can you take a message? "I'll be out in 2 minutes".
Fine, I went back to my desk and took the caller's number.
2 minutes later, a man walked round the corner, and said, can I have that number?
Here I should explain that I have a TERRIBLE memory for faces. Almost a face blindness really. I have to meet someone several times before their face "sinks in" to my memory.
So I'm looking at this man, saying "Er, pardon? What number?" And he patiently reminds me that he is Ian Gibbs, and I have just taken a message for him.
The problem was, he hadn't come out of the office door that I was sitting outside, he had for some reason left by the other door which comes out onto a corridor round the corner, so I just didn't realise it was him.
I could never look him in the eye again.
I once made macaroni cheese for DP and some friends.
I didn't have any butter so I used some brandy butter instead.
Well, it's nearly the same!
It was definitely an interesting dinner, everyone ate some and everyone was too polite to comment.
After everyone left, DH found the brandy butter packet and since then he's never let me live it down.
When I was a teenager the school used to make us wear these tiny gym skirts with little gym knickers under them. On a windy day we all had to run passed the science block I realised a boy I liked was sitting right at the window. I was desperately trying to keep my skirt from blowing up so I didn't see a curb. I tripped up and fell head over tits ending up completely splayed on the ground with my arse in the air. They called me gym knickers for a year. (I did snog the bloke at a party a few months later though).
A few years ago when ds was about three, I was pregnant with dd and needed to get measured for a new bra. Whilst getting changed in a large changing room of a large department store ds shouts at the top of his little voice "Mummy you've got very big nipples haven't you? Why are your nipples SO big mummy? They're bigger than my head aren't they?etc etc.
Cue lots of muffled laughter from the other cubicles and some not so muffled laughter. I made DS sit with me in the cubicle for another 10 minutes until everyone else had gone before we came out...
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just the other day we had a long awaited photo shoot as a family at a local photographers. The photographer was running around trying to get the kids to smile and whilst running around starts to perspire a lot and my son says to him "YOU SMELL". When you are stuck in the photo session and can't get out of there in a hurry, it is a rather embarrassing situation to be stuck in!
Whenever we go swimming with Daddy in a family changing cubicle, the kids start asking out loud "why is your willy so big Daddy?". They have also announced loudly in the past when my boobs were oozing with milk (whilst I was still breastfeeding) in the changing room as the milk splurted everywhere.
Post baby pelvic floor and aerobics class. Not good.
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