As a child I always remember going to Uncle Roger's on Easter Monday for an egg hunt and meeting with the rest of the family. One particular year I remember Uncle Roger disappearing into the house and saying he'd be back shortly, a while later we all heard what was a crash of something from the front door. Uncle Roger appeared with a wheelchair piled with further easter eggs for my cousins and myself, along with an admission that there had been a slight incident involving the wheelchair and a car parked on the the driveway. The incident being that he'd turned his back on the now useful trolley (wheelchair) to close the door and it had rolled down the ramp on its own into the side of my dads car and dented it! He apologised prefusely for the damagrle but we did chuckle and its certainly a memory I will never forget! ❤