Tales from the sewer
PUBLISHED: 14:01 09 November 2007 | UPDATED: 20:12 01 June 2010
ON Saturday, together with my husband and mother, I made a rare visit to Wisbech. I grew up in the area and worked in Wisbech before I married. My mother has lived in the area all of her life. We were unfortunate enough on this occasion to encounter some
ON Saturday, together with my husband and mother, I made a rare visit to Wisbech.
I grew up in the area and worked in Wisbech before I married. My mother has lived in the area all of her life.
We were unfortunate enough on this occasion to encounter some of the local scum and suffered horrific verbal abuse.
We were walking near the Methodist Church towards Norfolk Street when three yobs came up behind, one on a bike. My husband told him to watch what he was saying. This was followed by more abusive language from all of them together with sounds of a hyena coming from the girl.
They all thought themselves clever and hilarious, but when my husband had had enough of their taunts and jeering and went after them, the boys disappeared. He caught up with the girl who changed her tune, but not her foul language, referring to herself as a "little girl".
My husband spent 20 years in the military and we have lived in many parts of the UK and abroad. We have spent many years in the past running cubs and brownies and have endured a few little devils, but we have never before been spoken to in such a way by anyone.
Yes, we all hear ever-increasing foul language in the street but it is worse when directly aimed at oneself.
I hope these three scumbags live long and miserable lives so they find out that when turning 60 we are still human.
In the meantime may they fall back into the sewer from which they must have escaped.
Two days previously, my mother accidentally left a blue zip wallet containing her pension at the supermarket checkout. Moments later she returned having realised what she had done, only to find it had not been handed in.
It was her 85th birthday.
MRS M DYOS