Hi Everybody, Oh hoI So we are displaying our scars are we? Well I have one that would cause a disturbance of the peace, if I unveiled it! It happened when I was at the tender and sensitive age of fourteen! Auntie and Grandma Lucas lived up the street from us, as by then we had moved into a larger house at the Foleshill Rd end, owned by "Uncle" Tom Lucas. Quite often, as a treat I stayed overnight at Grandma's house, especially if Auntie Florrie and I had been out together, and arrived home late. One such night I was staying there and in the night became uncomfortable. But the lavatories in Webster St, and indeed most of Foleshill, were outside ones attached to the rear of the houses. So it was commonplace for a chamberpot, "po", guzunder (depending on your refinement!), to be under the bed! Muriel duly went to use one such article, when she lost her balance and sat down heavily. Unbeknownst to me there was a hairline crack at the rim and it split apart! Of course, I bled like a stuck pig---one does from "bottoms". Towels were needed to try and stem the flow and Auntie rushed for her sister, (Mum). She in turn ran to the next street where there was a police station and an ambulance was called. I then began a very careful descent of the steep stairs and had only just got down them when the vehicle arrived. Off I was whisked, and dealt with in the casualty department. Of course I endured a lot of teasing, both from the ambulance men and the medical staff! Stitches were inserted and I was returned to Grandma's. But you know, quiet and sensitive as I was at that age, it wasn't the site of the cut that embarrassed me, as much as the fact that I had been unable to remove my dinky curlers in time! I was mortified! And come to think of it I have quite a few childhood scars of note which are still visible today. I wasn't adventurous and certainly not daring so I put it down to clumsiness or bad luck. Perhaps if I had heeded my elders advice ----" to pick up my feet" and look where I was going", I might have avoided many such misadventures! Regards, Muriel.