What a bitch of a weekend, off down to Southampton to see some friends on the motorbikes.
2:20 a.m. Saturday I get a call from my 19 year old son saying he got mugged on the way back from dropping his girlfriend off at the bus stop. He was very merry and obviously not fully aware, me thinks, and he thinks come to that. He usually pretty street wise, think the drink must have made him blaisee.
He'd already been to the police station to make a statement.
I rode back there and then, no physical damage but very emotional over the whole thing, feeling he should have done more.
I really hope that he doesn't dwell on it too much, but realise where he went wrong.
Not trying to be harsh but an invaluable life lesson me thinks.
What I wouldn't do for 5 mins with the bloke who did it.
2:20 a.m. Saturday I get a call from my 19 year old son saying he got mugged on the way back from dropping his girlfriend off at the bus stop. He was very merry and obviously not fully aware, me thinks, and he thinks come to that. He usually pretty street wise, think the drink must have made him blaisee.
He'd already been to the police station to make a statement.
I rode back there and then, no physical damage but very emotional over the whole thing, feeling he should have done more.
I really hope that he doesn't dwell on it too much, but realise where he went wrong.
Not trying to be harsh but an invaluable life lesson me thinks.
What I wouldn't do for 5 mins with the bloke who did it.
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