By Faith Richardson

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“I once sent a co-worker a massive text bitching about another colleague who’d let me down at the last minute and left me in the lurch with a big project. Except I didn’t send it to my friend. I sent it to the work group chat instead – with my colleague, and all of our managers in it. I had to go in the next day and have a meeting with them and my manager to discuss it.”

The love room needs a hoover too…

“My husband text our cleaner asking her to make sure she went to the ‘loving room’ rather than the living room.”

No mum, I meant essential oils. It was an autocorrect fail…

“When I was younger I accidentally texted my mum instead of a friend, telling her I’d been tricked into sniffing poppers. When I realised I’d sent it to her by accident, I panicked and ran down the stairs so quickly that I slipped and fell all the way down. Had to grab her phone out of her hand and tell her I meant party poppers before deleting the text and bolting back upstairs. We never spoke about it again.”

Sex? Course not. I was wrestling with a mountain gorilla

“Not so much texting, but I once accidentally rang my dad while I was having sex (my phone was under the pillow). He rang me back asking if everything was ok. I couldn’t look him in the eye for weeks.”

Oh hey, potential future boss

“Not me, but a woman was texting me once about a job that she was applying for in my team. We had kept missing each other on the phone and in the morning she sent me a text saying ‘I’m so sorry we kept kissing each other last night’. Autocorrect fail.”