Painting the upstairs windows on our first house on the outside. Thought it would be ok to perch the tin of white paint on the small window ledge whilst I nipped down the ladder. So I did, but my wife wanted a word so she, thinking I was still at the top of the ladder, opened the bedroom window. The paint pot came straight down without tipping, hit the path and a huge plume of white paint shout out the top of the can and drenched the brickwork. The white stain is still there even though we have been gone 22 years.
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