I hadn't quite expected the spillage to happen when I was reaching for a paintbrush - I lifted up my hand and heard a 'CRASH !'. The glue pot smashed to the floor and off fell the lid. A wet patch of sticky liquid soon spread.
I skidded in a gooey, gluey puddle and landed on my bottom - my jeans ripped and I wasn't able to get back up again. Soon my feet were stuck to the floor with sticky glue - glue so strong that my feet slipped out of my trainers and my laces all became entangled.
My toes stuck together in my socks and I wasn't able to wiggle them for a week. The sticky glue was so sticky that it stuck my left trainer to my right and I had to hop to get to the shops. The sticky glue was so sticky that when I clapped - I only clapped once - and the paintbrush stuck in my fist. I tried to call for help but my moustache was stuck to my nostril hair and sealed my lips. When I frowned - my eyebrows stuck together.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005