ROBBED!!!!

Hubby has been robbed.

When? When I was suddenly awake last morning. 8 pm his time.

Where? He was walking across the Broad Walk in Kensington Park, just outside the palace!!! And it was still bright! That is probably the safest place in London!

What happened? Hubby was happily walking home with his FOOD. When a guy asked him for his telephone number, and whether he know kung fu in a very friendly manner. He refused to give him his number, but did not want to irritate him either. Hubby offered his email address!!! [When I heard this part, I did not know whether to laugh or faint. I married a joker. Confirmed!!!!] He told that guy that he does not know Kung Fu!

Woah.. Chinese guy who does not know kungfu and carrying bags of food!!! Good target. 3 other "youth" aka hooligans join in. Surrounded hubby. And pushed him to the ground. Kicked him. Stamped on his face. Ouch!!!! (BLOODY idiots!) Went off with his phone, wallet, back pack.

As they are not civilised enough to know instant noodles are edible, those were left behind.

Argh, who would have thought that crimes happen there too?? In broad day light!


The difference between a man and a woman who got whacked?

A woman will want to get a medical examination. Doubly triply sure that she has no internal injuries, and external scars.

A man probably think that he is still alright, and refused to see a doctor. When a man is assaulted, his ego is probably more bruised...Seeing a doctor is an admission of weakness? He lost the fight?!!!

I am sooooo mad!!!!

Mad at the gang of youth who assaulted and robbed him!!!

MAD at him for not getting a medical examination!!! Seeing his bruised eye 13000 miles away is enough to get me jumping up and down!!!

Getting whacked on the face and back is no joke.

This fans my "racism"? Yeah, it does. Don't know why people who commit crimes always come from THAT RACE (s).

And it is never enough for them to mug or rob you. They need to kick you, punch you. Bloody idiots.

Whoever who kicked my hubby, deserves to ROT in hell-that bloody gang of four.

Hmmm.....

And the prove of my hubby's love for instant noodles?

He still picked them all up, after his backpack, phone, wallet, everything was robbed. Yupp, he must have been in considerable pain as well. But still picked up his instant noodles. Psyhologically, i know that this is done to get a hold of "Normality" after a shocking experience... but those stuff being his instant noodles.... hmmm

Yeah, he is very happy that the instant noodles was not robbed. And his favourite Lau Gan Ma chili oil is also still safe. However, his spring rolls were in his back pack, and was robbed.

Hmmm..... They hooligans are smart. If they took his instant noodles, I think he would have ran after them.

Well.....

I was walking happily with my friend after a buffet of local food, when he called to tell me he was robbed. And my friend and I were happily talking about retiring in UK, finding a cottage and quiting the rat race. Yup. She would be a village doctor there, and our kids will visit each other, roam in a farm, ride horses.

The call ends the discussion of retiring in UK, and started a discussion of potential signs and symptoms of a concussion, and other internal injuries. Medical terms fly out of our mouth as we tried to get hold of the situation by buying more Japanese food.

P/S after thought..... could the bloody idiots mistaken his spring roll boxes in his back pack for LAPTOP????? They shape and size is similar to a laptop!!