This evening marks the first time in my adult life that I have been physically assaulted ('s OK, I'm not hurt).
I was walking the dogs in the twilight, and they were wandering ahead of me, off the leads, when we came on a man with an old dog on its lead (I have met this man before; the previous occasion was just over two years ago). As she passed them, my older dog, Polly, turned to the other dog and barked in it's face several times, she then wandered off, having more interesting things to do - so I kept my attention on her, while intending to apologise to the guy for his dog being startled. But as he came alongside me, he swung his arm, open-handed I guess, at my face and knocked me down (part-way, as I ended up against a fence), shouting "What a fucking bastard you are!". By the time I had recovered my composure, he was well away, and I didn't feel like going after him to extend the experience; I also had to find my glasses in the dark, which I wouldn't have fancied having to pay for the replacement of. The glasses are fortunately undamaged, as is my face, though it's still stinging slightly.
Last time I was in a physical fight was at boarding school at the age of eleven, but that was at least two-way (I lost physically, but won morally, as he was a well-known bully and I'd had a go).