The day I shot the Missus
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The family history on my side is a somewhat tortured one. Coming from a long line of musicians, broken relationships abound and one or two have had an inclination to self medicate their problems with alcohol. A practice that would seem to have a very low success rate especially in relationship sustaining terms.
One of the elder musicians, my Grandfather, lived in Richmond for many years and seemed well pleased with his circumstances. He had been married in the dim dark past but never really spoke about it and was happy to be living alone in his Bridge Road workshop where he repaired amplifiers and guitars for local bands. Usually after they finished the night’s gig.
The workshop was a thing to behold. To everyone else it looked like a junk heap but he knew where everything was and if someone started to clean the place up he was thrown into confusion. Many wonderful devices lived there, some self built, and most for purposes unknown to a young enquiring mind.
When cancer finally claimed my Grandfather I ended up with a box or two of his possessions and herein lies the headline of this blog. Included was a small starting pistol which he used to chase would-be thieves. Liz happened to be standing there next to me when I picked it up. It looked harmless enough and having a modicum of gun sense I had the muzzle pointed away from her just in case. But unknown to me this weapon discharges out of the top of the barrel which was only a foot or two away from Liz’s face.
The inevitable happened and a surprisingly loud bang resulted, followed by the Chief Financial Officer collapsing on the floor, face down. I can tell you I was extremely worried when I went to assist. Having felt some of the force on the side of my thumb, I thought eye damage was a real possibility.
Happily it was just the shock of the blast that caused the collapse but I can tell you she was more than a little displeased.
These days I stick to the safety of First Person Shooters or LaserZone. Lets face it. If a bloke can’t even manage a starting pistol then “live” bullets in real guns should best be avoided.
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