Dad had to get up for work early, five am to be precise.  He would often call the operator to get an early morning call.  This particular time all us kids and Mum were tucked up in bed sleeping.  As expected the phone rings at five am.  Still half asleep Dad jumps out of bed and dashes down the stairs.  Only he misses several steps and falls down the rest. I hear a loud crack and the air is blue and the noise of course wakes up everyone.

Of course after several moments the phone is still ringing and Dad is still swearing. Eventually he picks up the phone and I hear.  ''Yes, good morning, thanks for the call, I'm up now'.   We are all giggling in our beds and later I realise why I heard the loud crack.
At the bottom of the stairs was a wooden clothes horse, laden with clothes, Dad had fallen on to it.  By the time I saw it later on, it was heavily taped up.   It was a alarm call he didn't need.