Have you ever had a "you've been framed moment".

Oh, priceless!! Loving these funny stories. Just the thing for a wet and windy morning

In the 1980's I had a fav button up skirt, I was walking down Slough high st it was very windy.... well am sure you have already worked it out, the buttons flew open after being caught in a gust, and my skirt blew away like a kite, so I was running down the high st, in my pants, trying to catch my skirt, thank god there were no camera phones then

I entered a well-known, cheapy, department store. It had been raining and the floor was slippy. The heel of my shoe slipped and to save myself I did that cartoon-running move towards a huge pile of cardboard boxes. Fortunately they broke my fall but I discovered that the boxes contained freestanding mirrors, 2 of which were displayed at either end of the boxes. These both fell over, fortunately without breaking, and staff came running out. Did they ask if I was OK? No, they were more concerned with their mirrors? A customer in the checkout queue came over to me to check, and ‘suggested’ to the store manager that the floor was mopped. My daughter has been checking on YouTube ever since - luckily nothing there, YET.

Midsummer madness reminded me of a tale my dear MiL would tell us. She was dancing at the local Palais de Dance where the ballroom floor had a central water feature that people danced around. Her elastic broke, her knickers fell down, so she stepped out, continued dancing and spent the night watching her drawers circle the dance floor!

Heavily pregnant, I was crossing busy Trafalgar Square when my knicker elastic gave way, and my knickers fell down round my ankles. What else could I do but step out of them and stuff them in my handbag and walk on, carefully avoiding catching the eye of any of the people who had watched the whole event.

Not quite a 'You've been framed' moment, but I felt a bit of a plonker yesterday.

I had popped into the supermarket for a few bits, then returned to my car.
When I tried to unlock it, nothing happened. I tried again, but the doors were still locked.

A similar thing had happened a couple of weeks earlier, and it had been down to a flat battery.
Fearing that the same thing had happened again, I pressed one last time on the key fob.
Still nothing - except a clicking sound from the car right behind me.
Yes, I had been trying to get into the wrong car!

Many years ago we stayed at a rather posh self-catering penthouse overlooking the sea in Cornwall. After we arrived I enjoyed admiring the lovely furnishings in all the different rooms. I was wearing some brand new, strappy sandals. I can hardly bring myself to admit the next bit, but if it gives just one person a laugh it will make the whole sad episode worthwhile.
I went into the bathroom and thought "Oh, that's a nifty toilet brush, I wouldn't mind one of those... I wonder what make it is?" I then lifted the brush up, turned it upside down to see if the brand was marked on the bottom. BIG mistake... an extremely unsavoury liquid flowed out, onto one of my lovely new sandals, then trickled on down between my toes! How could ANYBODY be quite so stupid! (And, yes, before anyone asks, how could I be so enthralled with a toilet brush! )

You may not be able to see it clearly but there is a frame around me!

When I was a teenager and wearing stocking held up by suspenders, one of them broke.

Desperate for somewher private to right this I nipped into a nearby office block and took the lift, thinking as it rose to the 16th floor, that I'd have time screw a coin into the top of my stocking (as you did in those days with emergeny repairs)
Unfortunately, someone must have pushed the button for a lower floor and I was well and truly framed as the doors opened onto an open-plan office. A whole roomful of people looked at me, skirt up round my waist, trying to tighten a sixpence into the top of my nylons.

I’m not sure if it’s a you’ve been framed moment but we did have a funny event a couple of years back. Our daughter and sil went to a wedding with their 4mth old baby. We were supposed to collect the baby so they could enjoy the evening do. Dh and I turned up at the venue, which was an old castle, and it seemed pretty deserted. We wandered through, eventually spotting some guests outside on the grass, so we made our way outside via some French doors.

To our horror, we found ourselves at the top of some stone steps, at the bottom of which the entire wedding party was grouped, complete with a photographer taking arty photos and a drone in our faces, filming the whole thing!. Even worse, the french doors were fire exits and we couldn’t get back inside - we were like rabbits in the headlights!