Day 1. When do you stop worrying?

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Pinch, punch, 1st day of the month - no return!  Well that's actually what my son, Karl, received in the early hours of this morning - unwelcomed attention!

I received a text from him saying not too worry but something had happened and he would stay at a friend's house.  On phoning him I discovered that the 'something had happened' was a random vicious attach which he occured whilst walking to the tube station.

Karl had walked his two friends to their bus stop and then made his way to Camden Tube station - the next thing he knew he was on the ground being kicked in the head and body; thankfully passers by intervened and the assilants ran off leaving him bloody, bruised, with a broken tooth, a very large bump on his head and in complete state of shock.

We made our way to pick him up - you can imagine that the adrenaline was pumbing as we didn't know what state we would find him in - in the meantime he had made his way to Kings Cross station and had had a wash in the public toilets.  As it was the early hours of the morning the roads were completely clear and we reached him within half an hour, picked him up and brought him home where he promptly fell asleep exhausted. He looked like a little boy again and I just wanted to put him into his cot and read him a story - just as I use to when he was a toddler - but he's 21 now - so when do you stop worrying?

24 hours later he has gone to a friends party and, this time, is staying at the house and will return home tomorrow. Yes, I would rather he stayed at home but I can't wrap him up in bubble-wrap - his reply to me was 'Mum I'm not going to let those prats get the better of me and I promised Lucy I would go to her birthday party' so 'yes' mother (talking to myself here) you have to let go - but when do you stop worrying? 

Meanwhile, Nigel has phoned the police and the criminal injury board and tomorrow Karl will have to go to the doctors to have his injuries varified and photos taken - in the hope that he might be able to claim some compensation for the dental work that will need to be done and oh boy that certainly will not be cheap!!

Karl's response to this incident 'Mum I'm glad it happened to me and not to Luke & Ali because they really would have been hurt'  Luke & Ali being smaller in build and height than Karl.

So when do you as a mother stop worrying?  Never it would seem...

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