New lumps for old

Sunday mornings I usually spend, lying in, perhaps reading a little or going for a walk in the car. Sunday afternoon I spend cooking the dinner for my Daughter and the kids (well it gives her a well-earned rest) This Sunday would have been no different had she not decided to clear some rubbish from her bedroom wardrobes.

She is a very active type of girl, despite having three children and the house to look after she is an avid gym devotee. She attends three times a week to work out and twice a week to attend Kick boxing classes. I knew she was pretty good at it, but didn’t realise how good until one day when we were out and about we came across a group of five girls and one boy all about sixteen years old assaulting a younger girl whom My Daughter knew. They were really laying in to her, kicking and punching her as she lay on the ground.

My Daughter shouted at me to stop the car, which I did but even before we had come to a stop she was out of the door and amongst the group telling them to stop. They threw some profanities at her but carried on, this turned out to be a big mistake on their part, I didn’t know she could move so fast, head buts, punches, elbow digs, spinning heel kicks, they were treated to the full catalogue of oriental pugilism.

In a very short time those that hadn’t managed to escape, (including the lad who had been kicking the young girl in the head) were crawling around on the floor moaning and looking for ears and teeth. We took the distraught girl home and were told by her parents that the bullying had been going on for some time, but this episode had been by far the worse, the reason apparently was that she was pretty and therefore different. You will be glad to learn that the young girl encouraged by my daughter attends kick boxing classes now and can more than hold her own, her confidence has grown and she does well at school.

My Daughter has a punch bag of some considerable size in the garden shed, which she kicks and punches with great force and just watching her makes me wince. So you can imagine my surprise when this Sunday morning she phoned me not quite in tears but certainly very upset with a request to take her to the hospital. As I said before she had been clearing out her wardrobes, which have sliding doors and are very heavy. One of them had slid too far, come off its rail and landed on her foot breaking three toes. She was in a great deal of pain and her foot had swollen and turned blue. We were at the hospital a couple of hours whilst she had it x rayed and strapped up. I said I would try and get her some steel toe capped slippers, but she wasn’t amused.