Oh. My. Golly. Gosh.

Mum got hit in the face with a basketball today. She was on an escalator at the shops and then suddenly, wham! smack in the face

Mum's not the toughest of people these days, but she wasn't hurt in any lasting way. She's ok now.

Anyway, the boys that had been playing with the ball laughed when it hit her and didn't apologize, so:

drum roll please

. . . .

When they asked for their ball back, mum scooped it up, tucked it under her arm and said:

"no, you bloody well can't, and if you keep this up, I'll call the cops."

Now, sitting in our kitchen, is a basketball!

*dies*