Lesson of the moment:
Never make a repeated unappreciated pass at a Nebraska Farm Girl.
While technically a transplant, both parents born in Nebraska, met in St. Louis, married, and moved back when I was a toddler, so I still think of myself as a native.
Nebraska farm girls tend to be quiet, but have plenty of practice wrestling male siblings. I do not assume complacent.

Whereas mine is full of Welsh women redolent of Boudicca on a bad hair day
I'll swap you any day.
Ah, while my generation only is 1/4 Cymric stock, I would say you are describing my sister, painfully well.

Now if we'd grown up on the farm, with a few stout brothers... *shudder*
Sorry for the threadjack, Eisenfaust, but we hope you continue to be 'glad it's bringing to mind particular people' for us.

Doug
Edit: Sorry, saw I'd messed up the first quote, and repaired. Least, it's not a 'bump'.