I was scrolling through pictures from an incredible writers’ conference I attended last week. As I went through them, I had a happy, light feeling in my heart. This was one of those events that feel like they’re changing something in your life, and I enjoyed seeing the faces of new friends.
Yesterday evening, my car broke down in a really dodgy part of town. It was 6pm. I had one kid in the back of the car, and the little one a few kilometres down the road at a crèche that was about to close. Oh, and my husband was traveling in the Middle East. Yay.
Today I went to my local police station and asked for them to take my guns and have them destroyed.
The task was fairly simple. I explained I had guns I wanted to get rid of at the front desk. They made a copy of my driver’s license and…