I've done something terribly bad.
My better half was working in the boat yard and to be companionable and catch a little sun I decided to go along and take my knitting. There was still a bit of a breeze so I sat in the driver's seat of the van with the window open happily knitting away. I'm still working on Lucy Neatby's Fiesta Feet and have reached a terrible difficult 'lift stitch over and off' bit which I can only accomplish with the assistance of a tiny crochet hook. This is very laborious and involves lifting and laying the crochet hook every three stitches.
Yes, there is a point to this and yes, I am getting to it.
The crochet hook is the smallest in the world , barely visible to the naked eye. I discovered that the weave of the van seat fabric is such that if I impaled the hook into it I could get away with pulling it out again without catching the fabric. Excellent! Crochet hook was now to hand. Made mental note not to let dearly beloved catch me at this because jabbing things into his van upholstery would most definitely be a punishable offence. By what means I'm not sure but I do know he likes do look after his things. However, I didn't think I was doing any harm......
....until we were ready to go home and I skooched over to the passenger seat leaving my vertical crochet hook behind me. I noticed it seconds before DB lowered himself onto it.
This had it humourous side, not that he could see it from where he was standing, but it's also a serious cautionary tale friends. Imaging having to explain that one to accident and emergency.