I was doing the side of a pub one day when I was still on my ladders, the side was on a road with no pavements.
My ladder was propped on a metal window basket that was bolted to the wall.
I heard a car coming down the hill with its revs running high, I looked up and seen this car on a collision course with my ladder, All's I could see of the driver was a hat just above the steering wheel and a pair of eye's peering through the steering wheel, I thought paddington bear was driving it, I was so worried, I put both my hands onto the metal basket so if she did take my ladder away I would have been left hanging from the basket and I could have dropped to the floor.
She missed my ladder but was so close the wall of the tyre's brushed against the bottom stiles of my ladder and I felt the vibration at the top, ''What a sweet old lady she was''

? That was the closest I came to being knocked of mine.