one of the lasting memories of my childhood, was when this horrible woman up the road, snatched my ball off me when i was in my front garden and hissed at me
' this is simon's ball, you nasty little oik' and stalked off with it.
i was a bit nonplussed so went indoors and sulked and my mum asked me what wrong so i relayed it all, my auntie was visiting at the time, so i was left with her indoors and mum went outside, stormed up the road, hammered on her door, clutching the receipt for the ball, and proceeded to bellow at the woman whilst practically shoving the receipt down her throat,got my ball back and then came storming back to our house, shouting about nazis over her shoulder.
my auntie said' oh my goodness was that you shouting in the street, how awful,just stay inside now'
hahah, i love my mum.