About 30 years ago, I had a flat in central Bath. One summer evening, my windows being open, I heard a commotion/raised voices outside on the street. I looked out of my second floor window to see an old lady being mugged by a couple of youths, they were trying to wrestle her handbag from her.
I shot downstairs to see if I could help, but by the time I got down there, one of the attackers was on the ground nursing a profusely bleeding broken nose, and the other was running off down the road minus the handbag.
I asked the old lady if she was ok but while she admitted to being shaken, she assured me she was uninjured. While I was attending to her the second one scurried off.
I gave her a cup of tea, and offered to walk her the rest of her way home, but she refused. In conversation over the cuppa I praised her for her bravery and indeed her fortitude in fighting off her attackers. Turned out she was a ( long since ) retired police officer and wasn't about to let a couple of "daft lads" as she called them, have her handbag.
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A Hommage to Mother In Law 
A Hommage to Mother In Law 