Not me but dp
He grew up with a sister who unfortunately developed battens disease (she died in 2000)
She was in a wheelchair and partly blind at this point (and had a form of dementia)
His mum,who is the most gentle soul I've ever met,lost her temper with him one day
(both claim they can't remember what he'd done)
So he threw a fork at her and it missed but landed IN his sisters forehead!apparently it sort of dangled
All hell broke loose that day
I got into trouble for something I didn't do
Many years ago,my parents had this shelving unit on the wall of the landing
It was full of alcoholic mini bottles-most where clear liquids
It was there for years and years until it just vanished one day
I came home from school (i would have been 11/12),and my mother was red in the face,cluching at least 5 small bottles,screaming and shouting at me that I'd drank the clear ones and topped them up with water
If I'd drank all that,before school,I would have been in hospital
Somehow,I'd got up,had my shower,got ready,had breakfast etc,drank the lot,sneaked into the kitchen,topped the the lot up (which would have taken at least 15 minutes with endless people coming and going through it) put them back-all in the right order (not an easy task even when sober),acted sober and gone off out of the door,acted sober at school and not vomited
I still get the blame to this day-but I didn't do it!
(Not a clue who did,but the sneaky fuckers let me take the blame)