The dds (6 and 2) were sent packing upstairs to play whilst I sat at kitchen table on mumsnet doing some work. I could hear dd2 shouting but thought it was just random noise and guessed she was ok as dd1 was up there with her...
So some 20 mins later my next door neighbour rings me up to tell me that dd2 is shouting to them in their garden telling them that's she's stuck standing on her windowsill (the window only opens right at the top, thank God) having climbed up from her table and the table having fallen over, she can't get down and she's done a poo in her pants.
and meanwhile, dd1 is in her room engrossed in her Horrid Henry book and so has ignored dd2's shouts
God I'm shit!
But she doesn't seem too scarred by the experience...