I was out working (delivering leaflets) when there was this huge screaming commotion behind me. It turned out to be a couple having a big row; he had chased her out of the flat and was throwing her belongings after her, then chasing her again as she bolted into a phone box. He tried to drag her out so I got my mobile and couldn't see the fucking screen to dial 999. He ran off back in the house so I went and talked to her, said I would call the police for her and managed to do it. He came back out of the house and got up in my face asking me what I was doing, I said I had called the police -and I actually backed a step away from him. Wish I'd kicked him in the bollocks or at least stood my ground. He sloped off to another house across the street and I waited with the girl till the police came, as some pals of his (presumably) were in and out of the house pointing at me and her and muttering.
Ireally don't think I was in any danger from the bloody man even though I wouldn't terribly fancy my chances in a fight with a big angry youth when I am an old bat with arthritic knees - but I do still feel a bit yucky.