Very pleased you are OK.
It reminded me of an incident back at home in Ireland. I was asleep in bed and my father came into the room at about 3am
"Where's your gun” says he (I had a shotgun in the wardrobe)
“What’s up Da” says I
“Some bastard’s in the shop” says he (we had a small supermarket)
Now my father was 6’ 3” and worked on the buildings all his life so I says “Don’t mind the gun Da we can sort ‘em out”
“The gun” says he
He lifted the gun and loaded two cartridges into it and slung the belt over his shoulder. We walked through the kitchen to the dividing door between the house and the shop and a more comical pair you never did see. Him with his long johns on and me in my underpants.
“Da, put the gun away”
Unprintable reply about the suspect parentage of anyone misfortunate enough to be in the shop.
We walked into the shop and a shadow passed the front window and he let fly with both barrels. The window took the brunt of the discharge and the next few frames are indelibly etched in my mind. The window exploded outwards and he took off, breaking open the gun and feeding in two more shells, leapt through the shattered window, like a scene out of Commando, with me running after him screaming at him to put down the fecking gun. We ran into the road and there was two youths legging it like
Ben Johnson on speed and bugger me didn’t he let fly again. They were luckily out of the guns effective range but might have got a couple of stingers as they seemed to increase speed exponentially.
“Fuckers” says he and promptly handed me the gun and went to get some chipboard to fix the window.
The Guards came the next day to investigate a complaint about a discharge of a firearm at 3am in the morning and asked the old lad what happenend
"Nothing" says he
"what broke the glass" says the Guard
"A bicycle" says he (it didn't take Poirot to see that glass was all on the outside)
"Is that true Gerard ?" the Guard says to me
"Yes Guard" says I
They left warning my father that they would be investgating futher (they didn't)
"Fuckers" says he
Strangely enough we were never robbed again…………
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