When i were a lad: i was in the Army,,wink wink! my job was to hurt people who got in the way: He discovered this on Sunday when he raised a fist to me. Let me just say, he will not do it again.
I have never ever used the skills that the Army gave me all those years ago, but Sunday was the first time i have felt threatened..we were in a small kitchen space and he is a big lad and strong, so i had to
get in and show him he can not intimidate little old 76years old me:::He is a Tw-t to even think it. He has been OK all week now I wander why: I did once tell him never to get on the wrong side of a 5 foot
8" Welshman...as we can come leaping and bounding down the mountain nashing and grinding our teeth and we hit bigger than our size: Bit like the Black watch but without the Kilts:
As i said, it was 6 weeks from the last outburst and again after a visit to a motor parts shop he goes to at 6 weekly intervals...then this happens..i think it may be white powder related as i said..
Think i need to find a cheap camper van...