Took ds off to the London Transport Museum today. dh elected to stay home, promising he'd do loads of chores. ds and I got home about an hour ago, only to hear a strange wailing coming from somewhere... 'help! I'm stuck! Get me out!'
Dh had been stuck in the garage since 2.30. The daft sausage had gone in through the door from the kitchen and it had slammed shut behind him. And the big door for the car was locked. About 6ish he finally found a crate of lager. Mistake, as then he realised he needed a pee... but managed to find a styrofoam cup. Which he promises me he carefully placed in a bowl so he wouldn't knock it over (although he hasn't said which bowl - must go and check it wasn't a family heirloom in one of the boxes we've never unpacked since we moved...).
(Apols to anyone on the 'stupid injuries' thread, I have posted it there but was laughing so much I thought I'd check I'm not BU...)