Last week got attacked by a nutter with a 12" carving knife. No drama, he was disarmed sharpish!
But yesterday, had to have a few words with a few members of our 'travelling community' Stood in his caravan, things getting a bit heated, when he reaches around the corner.
"'ere we go" thinks I, and got myself ready.
With a quick swoop, his hand reappears holding...........a FULL four pint plastic carton of semi-skimmed milk. He won the battle though...I was laughing so much I wasn't fit for anything!!
Now if it had been a six pinta of FULL FAT, I might have turned to jelly!