As a kid I was notoriously clumsy in my family, although the consequences of my 'accidents' never actually caused me to suffer - it was always my mother who bore the brunt of my mishaps.

For example, when I was playing near a beautiful fountain on hols one year, my mother warned me I'd slip in the mud, which I eventually did, spraying muddy water all over her, while I remained completely spotless.

And then there was the time I spilled coke all over the picnic bench, and my mother, who was at the far end of the table at the time thought she'd escaped for once, until she felt cold wet sticky coke trickling onto her legs, as it had run through the slats in the table, then down along the little grooves in the underside of the table and ended up in her lap.

You can guarrantee that no matter what clumsy thing I did, my Mum would be the one to suffer from it - perhaps that's why I never learnt my lesson!

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