Fiona Hill

My dad, like, knocks on the door and I said, what are we doing, Dad?

And he says, we're going off to, you know, we're going to visit somebody, an old family friend.

I think even, you know, a distant relative.

We knock on the door and this old man answers the door and he says, oh, Alfie.

My dad's name is Alf, Alfie.

You know, kind of, Alf.

Fancy seeing you.

We haven't seen you.

Come on in.

Have a cup of tea.

What are you doing?

She said, oh, I'm just walking past with my daughter.

We're going for a trip.

We're going for a walk.

And then suddenly I see that girl.

And she's in the kitchen.

And I'm thinking...

oh my God, bloody hell, you know, British expression, what's this?

And it turns out that dad had figured out who she was and he knew her grandfather and she was living with her grandfather and she'd been abandoned by her parents and she was living in, you know, pretty dire circumstances and she'd been getting raised by her grandfather and she was just miserable.

And the reason she was bullying me was to make herself feel better.