Most fights I remember happened around the table, in the lounge or in the car. In most cases the slap, kick or punch came out of the blue, out of nowhere, almost without a reason. I remember dad reacting always by complaining: ‘What have I done to deserve this!’, ‘Why did you do that’, or ‘What have I done again?’. Then he would whine and push and shove while she would continue with her calculated attacks, until he... I mean he had enough. Often he would run injured to the bedroom and lock up the door. Mom's usual reaction was: ‘Don't worry, he'll get over it soon’.