Unwritten laws

They exist, they have weight and I broke one yesterday.

Yesterday was the annual christmas shoot for the APSPC (Australian Protective Services Pistol Club), and so the Bowens turned up in force (as we like to do). Callum didn't do too well, owing mainly to the fact that he only had two magazines, and Dad didn't do too badly, although he did have a few problems with one of the stages.

But I outshot them both. And I was using Dad's Browning. So not only did I outshoot my Dad, but I did it with his own pistol. I think that makes me a bad son.

On the up side (for Callum and Dad, but not so much for me and, say, Carmen) on the way to the range I spilled hot coffee in my groin.