My own personal disaster stems from when I was 7 years old. I was an only child and rather spoilt. I was lucky enough to have my own playroom. At the time though my parents werent very well off and Dad keps all of his tools etc in a tallboy in the spare room/playroom.
One rainy afternoon I was playing happily with my Sindy doll when I noticed my very orange space hopper in the corner of the room. I opened Dad's tool drawer and there was a tin of silver spray paint that he used to touch up the cortina at the time.
Now, orange was not a colour I especially liked, and silver would be so much nicer!! I closed the door and set about re-spraying the space hopper. By the time my parents found me half an hour later (the smell had drfited to the living room by then) I was almost passed out on the floor. The carpets, walls AND space hopper were silver.....
I had a headache for a week!!
Jane
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