Mr R has now doubled the size of the arsenal with new purchase....
...the trip to the gun shop was preceded by the statement/avowal/contract, take your pick, that the reason for said visit was solely, and I stress the solely part of this sentance, the purchase of some cheap, actually going to stress that part too, cheap (!) ammunition for the recently acquired revolver.
Actually the purchase of the first member of Mr R's collection has been somewhat of an underwhelming experience with the Canadian joy of paperwork was getting severely in the way of Mr R's enjoyment of blowing holes in bits of paper. Having spent 6 months waiting for his firearms licence, he then had to get a permit to pick the gun up from the seller's house and take it to ours and ANOTHER piece of paper to take it from our house to the range.... Huh?
But back to the new arrival....went to gun shop for ammo (note that statement)...unfortunately or fortunately depending on whether you view cans of paints as more important than cans of ammo the gun shop turned out to be an Aladdin's cave of all things which go bang!
Think of small child let loose in sweet shop!
Having recovered from the initial overload of happy hysteria and cornered Mr R's and put back on his reins and hidden the credit card in the deepest recesses of my handbag we continue into to the shop.
I then spent the next 1, 2, possibly 3 hours (it gets so difficult to judge time when looking into a future which involves being surrounded by a weapons collection equivalent of the combined Allied Forces in Afganistan).
Meanwhile Mr R was persuing the store with the dedication of a woman who has just received a Christmas bonus on the day Jimmy Choo has a 75% off day! I though I have to say I can see the attraction of a jade green pair of high-heel slingbacks more than a crate load of greasy ex-Russian military SKS semi automatic rifles....but I am obviously just a girl!
Mr R was stuck to the crate of SKS like a particular tenancious limpet and there was just no way that he was going to be prised out the shop without one of them in his sweaty little mitts!
He picked out a 1955 beauty and there followed much discussion on the equivalent value in cans of paint, 'honestly, they would never be this cheap in the UK, if you could even have them', 'look you get a cleaning kit with them...isn't that a cute little brush...its bound to come in useful when we have to clean something house related!!'
And with a sneaky 'but you're the best wife ever... you're even better if you let me buy 500 rounds of ammunition to go with it' - we had a new addition to the collection.
Naively we tried the same thing a couple of days later and I got no further than my ankles as the wind had been blowing and it had whipped up all the cold water from the bottom of the lake and it was unbelievably cold....although Shaun did persevere with a full on swim and came out with a slightly blue tinge.
