Originally Posted by
Mups
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I'm terrified of doing that any more Queenie.
I had a terrible accident when I was 13. My own fault entirely, but easily done.
There I was, sniffing the steamy aroma - I think it was Friars Balsam - while Mum was getting our tea ready, when I decided I'd had enough. As I lifted the towel back from my head, little did I know that it was caught under the edge of the hot basin.
If I had lifted it from theback of my neck forwards, it wouldn't have happened, but I lifted it from my forehead - backwards.
The result was, I pulled the whole lot in my lap!
I remember screaming, and Mum rushing into the room, and lifting my school skirt to see what damage was done. I had those thick wooly winter stockings on, and as Mum peeled one off, to my horror, I saw my skin peeling off with it!
She phoned Dad to come home quick, and I was carted off to hospital, burnt from my knicker leg almost down to my knee on one leg. Fortunately (if you can call it that) it missed my 'privates', but my leg was badly burned.
The good news is, it healed beautifully.
I have only got one tiny faded scar barely an inch across now, the rest of my leg healed without trace eventually, but I will never inhale that stuff again.