I was very tiny, crawling about, so don't remember clearly but can picture it as It's a story that has been told (and probably grown) over the years. There was one loose in my mum's handbag whch I got hold of & put in my mouth. I coughed and spluttered. My mum ran to me at which point it was out of my mouth and I was trying to insert it into a nostril.
Mum said it was a lesson to her not to leave things like that loose nor to leave her handbag on the floor with a baby crawling around.
