[Doing the washing up... rather a lot of things piled onto the draining board. Hmm - my favourite dinner plate looks rather precariously balanced. There is a danger that it will get knocked off and smash on the tiled floor of the kitchen.
Postie calls and some letters drop through the letter box. I turn towards the door, catching the edge of the dinner plate with my left elbow. The plate slips, I lunge for it but swat it across the kitchen...
***** SMASH!!!!! *****
Oh, super!]
"Hey Col, I'd move that plate if I were you, or it will end up in a pile of pieces on the floor!"