It's a KNOCK-OUT!

Monica Troughton, 68, from Stratford-upon-Avon

I shifted my weight from foot to foot, watching my opponent warily. He leapt towards me, red gloves swinging, ready to punch me in the head – but I dodged out of the way.

I wasn’t quick enough, though. His upper cut caught me under the chin and my head flew back with a painful crack. I started to fall backwards...

And then I woke up.

My husband David was wide awake too, sitting up next to me in bed, looking anxiously at me.

‘You were yelling in your sleep again,’ he said. ‘You were screaming ‘ouch’, ‘no’, ‘get off me!’ Did you have the