You know, the type where everything goes wrong. This transcends generations: I remember being left in charge of my younger brother for the day during the summer holidays when I was 14, and he was 10. He had a friend over (mistake), so did I. Collectively, we broke my mum’s favourite lamp, smashed a window and fractured a skull (my brother’s friend’s, and don’t worry, he was fine). I’ve since seen this reenacted with my children, though this time it was a jaw incident on the trampoline – and yes, we did end up in AE.