Today’s posts may be a little tardy. Why? Because most of yesterday was sent at the range with Doc Russia and Combat Controller, in which time a ridiculous of ammo was expended and dizzying range of firesticks employed.
Then we went off for some post-shooting drinks (note, children: shooting and then drinks), followed by a noisy dinner which all went on for far too long.
So now it’s bed-time, and I shall resume writing later today when/if I wake up and when/if ever I can quell the storm of hobgoblins running around in my head.
I’m getting too old for this nonsense. The drinking, that is, and not the shooting.
