What was your most embarrassing moment?

anxiousgran - I can totally relate to your story about the humping dog. When I was about 9 and an animal lover, I encountered a large brown dog in the fields close to where I live.

I patted it and spoke to it and next thing it had me in a nasty doggy grip. I dragged the dog about five hundred yards to where I lived before I could shake it off. Being only 9 I only had the vaguest idea about why the dog did this.

My dad was outraged and wanted to go out and find the dog but my mother though it was funny!

And that is why I almost always wear trousers

I've done that on many occasions in the past.
I'm now obsessive about checking

Then there was the time I came out of the ladies with my skirt caught up in my knickers!

Mine was caused by hubby.We were in our touring caravan on a site in Cornwall. The family next door were having breakfast at the table in the window, hubby was standing in the caravan doorway, and his shorts fell down. Not too bad, you might think, bbut he wasn`t wearing any underwear! I avoided that family for the rest of the week!

I have never told anyone about this (apart from now!)

My first love and I had been seperated for a few months (can't remember why). He showed up at my house unexpectedly where I was alone at home and promptly swept me into a Hollywood embrace and into the bathroom which was just off the entrance hall and let's just say we got carried away in the heat of the moment. Only to discover, once in various stages of undress, when someone called "Coo-ee" at front door, that we had not shut the front door nor the bathroom door (wasn't expecting anyone!) So I held a very shaky and stilted conversation with my great-aunt from the bathroom - something along the lines of "Sorry, I can't come to the door" and hoped to God she wouldn't come into the flat looking for me. She later told my mother that I had behaved very strangely that day .

Needless to say boyfriend and I collapsed with laughter the minute she left. I have never forgotten that "close call" and still cringe at the thought of what might have happened.

Oh, go on Jane10!

Oh heavens, where would I start, the wheelie bin episode, standing naked behind the part glazed front door, opening it to let the cat in, and being somewhat surprised when an arm came though the gap holding our post, dashing into DS1's school after I had accidentally included something in the stuff I was donating for the white elephant stall, trying to explain what it was to the school secretary and only when I got back to car realised that I had described it as "a decorative plate showing Scrooge talking to the ghost of Bob Marley", having had to abandon my knickers on the 9.57 to Paddington.........................

I was 13, having one of my first periods, very hot and uncomfortable in a 1960's sanitary towel and belt.
A large unaccompanied golden labrador came straight towards me, put its large paws on my shoulders and started to hump me. I couldn't get the thing off me however hard I tried, much to the amusement of the men and school boys at the bus stop.
I've been afraid of dogs ever since and was relieved to discover tampons soon after.

In the Christmas song Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow I always sing
.......and I've brought some "porn for cocking" instead of corn for popping! Yikes.

3rd time I met future DH- we were joking about bad habits. I laughed and said I still 'sucked my thumb' sometimes - only I got the words wrong and said 'f***ed my sumb'. He was rather surprised too.

Same here- too many to choose one ;)

The earliest was at my brother's first Communion- my God parents and his were invited for lunch- very well-to-do all 4 of them. We had gone to buy my first suit and stockings and suspenders- but I hate so much at lunch that I undid the button at the waist (no zip). Mum asked me to go and get something from the kitchen and I stood up- and skirt fell to the ground. Was about 12 at the time- nobody batted an eye-lid- and even my brother didn't joke about it to friends.

Another major boo-boo was during my first visit to OH's family. After lunch, future OH, his brother and mum cleared up the table and went to the kitchen- they would NOT let me help. So I was stuck in lounge with future fil- and there was the Downhill ski Cup on TV. He asked me if I skied- and of course I said that I had done so since I was a toddler. He was puzzled by the sport- so I tried to explain. 'To win a race, the equipment and preparation is as important as the ability of the skier. The one who farts best is often the winner'. He looked bemused and confused- so I expalined further. 'Yes, it is quite an art- a bit like choosing Formula 1 tyres. They have to study the weather forecast, the humidity and temp of the snow at top, middle and bottom- and then fart accordingly'. More surprise and funny looks. Anyhow, in the end, I realised why- and was mortified. Still a family joke 45 years later! Farter in French means to apply wax to the bottom of the skis (lots of different waxes avaialble depending on the type of snow, etc). Hmmm.

I have had quite a few embarrasing moments over the years but my most recent still makes me giggle.

We were staying in the caravan. It was December and freezing cold outside. I literally stepped out of my (skinny, its relevant) jeans and into my pjs and got into bed. The next morning I had a quick shower and got dressed in the same jeans as the day before. We went for a long walk and found a lovely pub where we decided to have a bit lunch. We were stood at the bar waiting to be served when this lady said "excuse me dear, but I think you might have something stuck to the bottom of your jeans" and she bent down and tugged. Imagine my sheer horror when she stood up with my yesterday's knickers in her hand

I was mortified at first but eventually saw the funny side and laughed my head off !

The only time I wore French knickers the elastic broke and after 'walking' in a very strange manner with knees locked together for some 10 yards I gave up and stepped out of them, gathered them up and shoved them in my pocket.
I didn't dare look behind me to see who'd witnessed it

I'm afraid that my most embarrassing moment is , well, just too embarrassing!

My embarrassing moment* was entirely my own stupid fault. During rehearsal for a "25 Years of BBC TV" programme, I was watching from the wings (it was in a theatre rather than a studio) while on stage a gentleman in a rather tight blue velvet cat-suit, was prancing around a seated model, with comb and scissors. Raymonde, Mr Teasy-Weasy...

Airily i said, in my best Oscar Wilde voice to nobody in particular, "Who's the fat poof?"

A face smiled in the darkness and a sweet voice said "Oh, that's my father..."

I think it's to my credit that I didn't try to explain or apologise, but just slunk away, to find somewhere to hide my face! It had been meant as a joke - but was doomed to fail.

* Well... one of them!

You're a brave woman, Daisy. I think I might have fainted in the circumstances! You tell it so well!

Blimey Daisy!
I'm sure I'd have died of embarrassment...... Or fled the room!