DP got me some lovely boiled wood Haflinger slippers for Christmas. We've just had lunch and he managed to drop a load of smoked mackerel on the kitchen floor, which I have unwittingly walked through several times with the lovely slippers on (the soles are wool too)
This is the latest in a long, long line of household mishaps caused by him (spillages, fires, breakages etc)
I don't have a shed but am happy to spend the rest of the day building one!