Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm okay everyone
First off I had to grow a set of b@lls and text RC before popping on lol, then last night my 15 year old went out to a big party and I'm huuugely paranoid ... Back story: last year he and a gang of mates were invited to a party in one of the surrounding little villages. 9 of them went and I told them to call their cabs at 11pm to come at 11:30. Unknown to me they got a bit uncomfortable as they didn't know as many people as they thought and 13,14 and 15 year olds were drinking A LOT and it was getting crazy. The lads decided to leave and take the short walk to the main street to call and wait for cabs and get chips. The girl having the party, between vomiting, was insisting on getting snogs before she'd let them leave and unsurprisingly there were no takers (classy). The boys walked off laughing about it all.... Then heard three Peugeots screeching up behind them. About 10 men in their 20s piled out obviously drunk screaming "are you the lads that fancy my bird?" (also classy - we later found out the 14 year old child had the local 21 year old thug as a boyfriend.) The nearest thug grabbed the shirt of the one of Sunshine Boy's mates at the back on the pavement and pulled out a knife. My son and another friend grabbed the boys' arms and yanked him away from the bully and they took off running.
So back to me. At 11pm I called my son's phone to say time's up call your cabs....... And heard my son panting and whispering "Mum, they're chasing us and trying to stab us. Help me."
Yes. You can take a moment to imagine that my heart stopped. It literally stopped. Here I am 40 miles away from my family, friends, his burly uncles and his father. And someone was trying to stab my child. i told him I was coming and to listen for my horn. I had a short cotton nightie on, a thermal vest, my bendy rollers in and threw on my house slippers and one of his hoodies and bolted out the door.
I don't know, I mean genuinely don't know how I navigated out of our Town. I speed dialed his father. I speed dialed the police and explained the situation and what id heard - I was put through to the control room for the next County because heaven forbid they cross boundaries on a map - so I explained again and was told I needed Hertfordshire police. I screamed at that w*nker to take my effing number and my license plate because if they didn't shift their a$$e$ and get the right force there to protect my minor child I'd burn that effing village to the ground!!!
Here's the good news. Time travel exists. I glanced at the dashboard when I squealed out of my street - people, I got on the motorway and drove 15 miles in 7 MINUTES. 15 miles. 7 minutes. All I was thinking (having watched Police 999 the week before with horrific boy racer type accident recovery) was don't roll the car or you'll be dead and no one will save him. Don't roll! My phone rang. My beautiful, precious Sunshine Boy said one word and the phone cut off. He said "Mummy". I watch the news. I can't tell you what I imagined with that one word. As the police called back I put my foot nearly through the floor. 15 miles, in 7 minutes.
I'm actually nervous!!!! Lol
