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Tuesday 16 February 2016

Who's That ?

In addition to my post regarding the "hammer" on the 14th of February, another incident happened some 2 hours later.

Later that day I was in the main bedroom sorting out an issue with my media player, and in walked my gf's grandson, he came and sat to my left as I was sat on the floor in front of my media unit. He asked what I was doing, and I explained that I had an issue with my media players internet connection and was just fixing it. He pointed at the screen asking what some of the icons were, to which I answered and explained what each one did.

He then looked at the mirror he was sat opposite and pointed at himself and said "that's #####" (his name), I said yes that's you, he repeated this a couple of times, and I answered it a few more times. He then pointed at my reflection and said that's you, and again I said "yes that is me", then he pointed a little further over and said "and who's that", at this point I was filled with a chill and said "that was me silly" he answered saying "your silly as that's not you".







Now all of these things read like a cliché, and I've very aware of that, but living them is even harder than I thought.

Hammer To Fall

Well it really has been a few months since I last posted on my blog, and that's not down to it being quiet here, it's just life is busy is general which is a good thing. But I thought I would just bring my blog up to date with a few events that happened over the weekend just past.

So Sunday the 14th of February is valentines day, but the day is also shared with my gf's sister in laws birthday, and an invitation had been made for her and some of her family to come here and have an evening meal with us. 

The day was set and after returning home from a local town (where I treated my gf to a nice breakfast out), she collected her grandson as he was also staying at ours for the day. Her grandson is now 3 3/4's in age, but rather ahead of his age group.

We played for some time with his toy cars etc, and settled down to watch Peter Pan an animation by Disney, mid way through the film the grandson got up and picked up a plastic child's ruler and put on this really strange voice much like Danny Torrance (The Shinning) and proceeded to hit the dog with it saying he wanted to drill the dog and cut it open, so me being me, I tried to divert his actions by saying if he had a drill or better still a screw driver maybe he could give me a hand to fix somethings around the house. At this point his attention turned towards me, and he stuck the plastic ruler in my stomach and said he wanted to drill me open and then I would die, and which point he pretended to fake his own death. But again I said "Come on let's go and fix things", and briefly he joined in, but shortly afterwards sat back down to watch the remainder of his film, and we chatted throughout about the characters etc

Well it wasn't long before the film finished, but my gf's grandson asked if he could watch the film again, to which I agreed and at this point I realized the remote control had disappeared, so I got down on all fours and crawled over to the cabinet to restart the DVD manually. In order to do this I had to skip through some advertisements for other films, both at the end of the film, and at the start of the film, and whilst doing so I was talking to my gf's grandson telling him about the clips and adverts I was skipping, and had he seen any of the films, to which he answered most of the questions.

At this point (some 90 seconds later) I became aware that either my dog had come over and sat beside me or someone had come and stood beside me. So I turn to my left and it was my gf's grandson, and at that very moment he raised his hand above his head and brought it down with some force and struck me straight between the eyes with a hammer. Now before you all think the worst, the hammer wasn't a metal one, but it was a strong solid plastic one from a child's toy set.

The impact was needless to say rather hard, and my head filled with a ringing sound (over my tinnitus), and all the time he was laughing, and myself not one to get angry I asked why had he done that as it wasn't funny, and had actually hurt. He continued to look at me and laugh, to which I said again that it wasn't funny and he had done something really wrong. At this point I placed my hand on my nose and the outside of my nose was covered in blood where it had split the skin above my nasal bone. I showed the blood on my hands and asked him if he knew what it was, to which he replied it was juice. I answered him by saying it wasn't juice, it was in fact my blood and it should stay inside my body, and what "he" had done was really wrong.

I then went into the kitchen to find my girlfriend busy, and explained to her what had happened, at which point she turned around and was shocked to see all the blood. I explained I was fine, and she went into the front room and spoke to her grandson explaining how wrong he was, and I must admit he came up to me and said sorry.

Now I'm not saying the "house" made him do it, or anything else along those lines, but given what happened later in the day, it just made me think.. As this wasn't the first time his actions have been questioned.