
Paul has been to a shoot today - longbow not guns - up on a country estate the other side of Crickhowell. It was a decent day, everyone had masses of fun and the lady hostess, laid on a good tea for all the archers afterwards. All terribly civilised, as one would expect from a family blue blooded enough to have had a daughter entrusted with the welfare of Wills and Harry Windsor when they were babies - being related to the late sainted Princess Di didn't hurt either.
Anyhow, Paul's just been chuckling about how their hostess came and took the weight off a while with him and his mate Les and had a nice chat about the weather and how the bright mornings made her wake up really early.
After swapping dog walking experiences she confided in them that yesterday morning she got up at five, went to the bathroom and shot two rabbits through the bathroom window. Yes! She keeps a .22 rifle complete with silencer in her bathroom to shoot rabbits without inconsiderately waking the rest of the household.
It's nice to know that the old standards haven't dropped.