My youngest son Ian, 18, was having a party at his Dad's house tonight (he's staying there for three weeks, unless he gets a job) and he was out on the balcony of the upstairs flat, either getting some fresh air or having a ciggie, when someone shot him with an air rifle. They got him in the arm, and last I heard he was in the hospital, presumably to have the pellet removed and get cleaned up. The police were obviously called and his mates all gave statements. My ex husband, Mick, reckons it was someone from one of the houses at the back of where he lives, as they were taking pot shots at things this morning.
I'm now waiting for an update phone call when Ian gets back from the hospital. He has to go to where Mick works to pick up his keys that he left behind when he went off in the ambulance. I'll be seeing him tomorrow as I was going over there anyway to take over our spare microwave for them. Hopefully he's ok. Just hope the police get the bastard (pardon the language) that did it.