Shooting in the rain

Things continue to go well on holiday and even the misplaced shoe and cap turned up. It was another hot day filled with pirate ships and ice cream. We had an enjoyable dinner at our friends house before a wise old godfather decided to give the kids a few small presents which included a couple of water pistols. Apart from the irony of only British people thinking it a good idea to give kids water pistols just as it started to rain, it was clear that this handing out of arms signaled the end of what had been a calm and civilized evening. Mad Max and Two-Gun Tommy proceeded to cause havoc in the children’s play area and many a young girl was held hostage. Their behaviour also led to a potential deterioration in East West relations. As we were playing an unarmed little Russian boy came over. The lack of any water pistol for him didn’t prevent him from having an evil look of death in his eyes. And he was clearly quite prepared to enter into hand to hand combat, which included a nasty little rabbit punch to my broken ribs. Thankfully I felt that the bonhomie was somewhat restored as he writhed about on the ground after a bout of intense tickling. However at one stage, and completely unannounced, the baby faced assassin and his father disappeared. I was somewhat relieved if the truth be told. However my heart sank when I saw them both return, the young boy holding the water pistol equivalent of an AK47 rifle... I proceeded to run for my life while father and son both laughed. Only when I was soaked through did Maxime think it was a good idea to start protecting me, and that was only after the Russian duo had slunk off home, no doubt to piece together some sort of water bomb land mine for me tomorrow...