My then husband dropped the iron. When I next turned it on I put it near my ear to listen to it, just in case it was making a funny noise. I got it a bit too close but not on the skin, to my face. A lovely vertical red mark on my cheek just before we were going out.
Opened the car door, talking not concentrating on my position, and caught the corner of it on my eyebrow, blood everywhere. If I had been half an inch taller I would probably have had my eye out.
Loads of burns on my wrists from the oven.
Always forget the bathroom sink juts out when I'm rummaging in the cupboard underneath and frequently smack my head against it when getting up.
Decided to change the way the fridge door opened. Took out the pins and dropped one on the floor, bent down to pick it up and the fridge door fell on my head. I was living on my own so wrote a note of what had happened in case I was found dead in bed the next day.
Pushing a metal skewer through a sweet potato so that it cooks quicker in the oven, skewer through my finger.
Cutting craft paper, holding the metal ruler whilst I used a new sharp crafting blade along it, not noticing my finger was in the way, I cut off a slice of skin the size of a honeydew melon seed.
Deciding not to have sausages for tea but corned beef instead. Lovely 'V' shaped cut on my thumb.
Thinking I was nimble enough to get over a barbed wire fence. I ripped the arse of my jeans and a lovely graze.
All these accidents as an adult, you'd think I should know better.