Stitches all the way round
The week after my first birthday, i’m being looked after by my grandparents at their house so my parents can go out and do parenty type things.

My grandmother has just given me a bath and I’m sat, naked, on the arm of the leather couch.

My little body was warm due to the heat of the bath, it was late spring (and the very early 1970’s so the weather was nicer, I blame the government) and the couch was leather. Not a good combination.

Just after she leaves the room, I decide I’m going to topple off sideways, luckily into the couch, rather than out of it.

At that point, my old chap decides to make a bid for freedom and stay where it was, stuck to the arm of the couch. Yes, the little Highrise and I parted company briefly.

Thankfully, the surgeons managed to stitch it back on but I do have stitch marks all the way round. And it still works fine, thank you very much for asking.

For years afterwards, my parents managed to embarrass me by telling this story to all my girlfriends. My current beau and I have been together for over ten years now, so thankfully my parents have stopped.

I’m not sure if my parents realised, but none of my girlfriends believed the story. It was ‘pure hell ™’ proving it to them. No, really.
(High Rise Drifter, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 8:49, Reply)