Whoops…….I can’t believe I did that.

Baggytrazzas, I'm sorry this event still mortifies you, but it's one of the funniest things I've ever read Thanks for sharing and making my day !!

Prepared for a week's family camping trip, caravan hitched, everything packed - bar the kitchen sink - Set off and after driving for a few miles, had a feeling we'd forgotten something. Yup....our poor little dog was at the garden gate waiting for us when we returned to fetch him ?!

Working late in 2 storey office building, thought I’d be clever and sent heavy briefcase containing laptop and client files down in the lift whilst I ran down the stairs. Only when I got home did I realise I’d forgotten the briefcase. Got there at crack of dawn next morning as soon as the building opened, pressed for the lift. Amazingly the briefcase was still there!

When my son was a baby we were going to visit my parents for the day. He was asleep in his cot while I packed the car with high chair, buggy, toys, spare clothes, nappies etc. When I had finished I jumped in the car and drove to the top of my cul de sac before remembering he was still asleep in his bedroom!

There were 9 years between me and my sister so having a baby in a pram was unfamiliar to my mum when I was born. She returned from shopping with my sister and was having a cuppa when she gazed out of the window and saw nappies on the line. Only then did she realise she’d left me outside a shop, she dashed back and found me still fast asleep where she’d left me nearly 2 hours before. Years later my sister admitted she knew mum had left me but didn’t say anything in the hope I’d go back to where I came from. I think I’d have grown up in care if that happened today

In 1981 my family embarked on a move from the UK to South Africa. We were seen off by my grandparents at Manchester train station for the first part of the trip to London. When we got off the train there was an urgent call over the speakers for my father to contact the help desk. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the car keys that he was suppose to give to his parents. The car was parked in a 30min zone but the police kindly put a notice on it so it wouldn't get towed. The keys went on the next train back. We're just thankful we hadn't made it all the way to Johannesburg before finding out.

Many years later DH, children and I went to Essex from Cheshire on a camping trip with our posh large 9man tent. On arriving at the site we couldn't find the tent pegs anywhere, DH only had to pack the tent and had left them at home. Had to go to Argos and get a tiny tent to make do.

Forgot that I was doing school pick up and not the childminder. Fortunately as they were at school gate she was picking up other children, she phoned and waited with them until a very flustered Granny turned up. I blame the other half of course.

I booked a flight for 4 from Stanstead to Prague, but I'd had problems with the booking page reloading. Got to Stanstead to find our flight wasn't listed because we were booked to go out of Gatwick. We managed to get on a flight to Prague paying £20 total extra (20 years ago). Got to Prague to change flights back to find they wanted £90 each. My FinL in the UK had to book a taxi from Stanstead to Gatwick for us to retrieve our car. Haven't lived it down yet, but only flown once since

I taught in a school in Madrid as a young women. We were all due to fly back on the same plane to London at Christmas. At the airport I realised I'd brought the stub of the ticket I went out with! Mad dash in a taxi back to the flat screeching bad Spanish. Returned as the plane was about to leave. BUT my teaching friends on the plane begged the pilot to stay for another few minutes. He did. I was thrust out of the airport and ran across the tarmac. Everyone cheered as I got on. I was so grateful to the pilot.

Went to the wrong airport to collect a then boyfriend. He rang me to ask where I was because he couldn't find me. Long story short... I thought he had flown to Birmingham, not East Midlands airport! Mad dash back up the motorway to collect him.

I forgot to put the handbrake on and my poor mini did a runner and ended up at next door's garden wall. No damage to the wall but mini's backside needed panel beating.

More recently I went for a walk with my former sister in law and her friend, who were visiting me. We went in 2 cars because they wanted to hit the road afterwards. SIL dropped her phone in the river when her friend overbalanced on top of her. We got in, gave up, then I went in again and found it by sheer luck. Later I put my rucksack down to take a picture. It was gone when I turned around to pick it up. No where to be seen. 2 hours later with frantic toothcomb searching along the riverbank we gave up. My car keys were in the rucksack with a number of items. Car was locked, window up and house keys in the car! SIL took me home. Neighbours who had a spare key had just gone away on holiday. I remembered that I hadn't locked a balcony door properly so out came a ladder and we were able to get into the house and unlock from the inside and found a spare house key. Now as far as I could remember, my 2nd hand car didn't have a spare key. So SIL was trying to get a spare key from a car dealer but they were closed. DH was away working but called his car retrieval company for me. They refused to come out due to a technicality in our paperwork and where my car was. SIL decided to postpone leaving and leave the next day. While they settled down I looked for the spare postbox key. No spare postbox key but... a spare car "dummy" key! My SILs face was a picture. We drove back to where my car was and the dummy key worked! Some keyfobs have a battery and a signal transmitter that allows the car to start when the key is turned in the ignition. Mine didn't need a signal transmitter to start the car, as proven when turning the dummy key in the ignition. What a relief. DH didn't believe the good news until I sent him a picture!

I took my 90 year old grandmother for a shopping spree. Pushing her around everywhere in her wheelchair. I was gayly putting things on her lap because I couldn't manage a basket. It wasn't until we got halfway up the high street that I saw the items still sitting on her lap. I rushed back to the shop expecting a hand to grab my shoulder for shop lifting. Red faced I admitted my mistake and paid.

I have also left my car parked (temporarily) outside my house in New Zealand as the short driveway had a pile of flyers over it. They had been placed in the mailbox but had fallen out. I only needed to pick them up and open the garage door. I went inside the garage for a moment (can’t remember why) and when I came out my car had completely vanished. I honestly thought I had gone mad. Then I thought it had been stolen.

The house was on a hill with the neighbours opposite below us. The car had been left in gear and had slowly crossed the road and descended into a neighbour’s garden being stopped by a tree just before it would have hit their house.

I visited my insurance company and they told me they had laughed when reading my claim form. Under contributing factors I had entered my “abject stupidity”.

I took my daughter to playgroup in the car ( we usually walked) as I was going on into town afterwards. Carried the baby in to save getting the buggy out of the boot. Got into town and turned to get the baby out of his car seat - no baby! I tore back to playgroup and he was having a wonderful time being fussed over by everyone. I’d probably be reported to social services these days!

Reversed at high speed down the drive, straight in to the huge skip I'd had delivered the day before. The noise was tremendous ..... The skip was unharmed .... my car, and ego?? Don't ask!!!! Oh Dear!

Oh, I'm so glad I'm not the only one!! I did a terrible thing, I stopped at the green traffic light and went on the red. HORROR!! What the hell..........???????

Today we turned the house upside down looking for the car keys. No luck. We wondered if DH had dropped them yesterday afternoon when he came back from dropping off some new paintings. No, not on the ground anywhere, looked through the wide open windows of the car though, to see them dangling from the ignition...

Tried to impress my boyfriend with newly passed driving test and borrowed mums car. (I was 18)
Took him for a picnic in the countryside. When far from everything by a lovely stream in the sunshine I set out the picnic then shut the car boot, with the keys inside!. This was in the days when the boot was separate to the main car and locked automatically. We couldn't get in to the boot to get the keys. Mobile phones hadn't been invented.
I had to hike 3 miles to a railway station, get the train and a bus to my parents, borrow the spare key and replete the journey in reverse. So much for impressing him!
We laugh about it now but I was mortified at the time!

I also drove off with toddlers in the car, leaving the house keys on the roof. Luckily not a long journey but there was slushy snow on the ground. I later decided to walk the route looking for the keys....and found them in the snow! They had been driven over, were separated and also bent. So actually no use.

My Aussie friend was so proud of her lovely new car. She took me to visit her Mum. I opened my door and, crunch.........she had parked next to their letterbox and I had whacked it. (In Australia they mostly have pillar type letterboxes near the front of the houses.)
Even though it was her fault I was mortified, especially when I saw the big scrape across her shiny new door.

I murdered our freezer with a knife. OH thought it was hilarious luckily. Strangely enough it was covered under the insurance

I left my cat keys in the ignition witg the engine still running...this was in 1985 when you could just lock the door by pushing the button down

Went to a town for the first time to a large shopping centre with tiny daughter and my Dad. After an exhausting few hours on a hot day went back to multi storey car park only to find car missing. Checked every floor, got car park security involved, almost in tears as car was new, daughter crying for her bottle, Dad tired, worried and looking pale. After almost half an hour of increasing panic, looked across the town from the top floor and saw....an identical car park where my car was waiting.

My SIL lives about 50 miles from us. One Christmas we had a lot of snow, so when we got ready to drive her home I packed a bag with hot drinks, snacks and tools in case we had to dig ourselves out at some point. Then left the bag in the middle of the living room floor! Luckily we didn't need it.

Just remembered another one-not me, but my DH. We'd just got married, and couldn't afford a honeymoon, so went to stay with relatives "oop north" We drove to York one day, and my DH left his wallet on the car roof, which we didn't discover until that evening.
We rang the police station, and it had been found in the car park by a nun! So off we toddled to the convent the next day to collect it.

Yesterday DH and I were returning from a lovely 10 days in our campervan, in Dorset. We were in a bit of a hurry as having dinner with DD1 and when we stopped for diesel, my husband ran to the loo as he was desperate and I offered to fill the tank. Yep - I put petrol in instead of diesel. Only 8 litres but I knew it was not good!!! I had enough sense not to turn the engine on so was able to get 'a man who does' to empty the tank. The only damage - £300 and hurt pride.