When I say i'm ashamed, i don't mean to the point of changing my behaviour in anyway whatsoever. I had my two lads (5 and 3) digging shellscrapes in the garden last Saturday. They thought they'd finished but when I got them to lay down I could still see the little ones bobble hat poking up above the grass. A few laps round the house with their fire engines above their heads got 'em sparking again. When they were finished they were absolutely ballbagged and wanted to go straight to bed. I almost didn't have the heart to tell them that there was a full patrol programme and they were the only two names I had for gun stag. I nominated myself as DS and sat in the kitchen eating sausage butties all night, as is traditional. My wife thinks i've gone too far, but a few hours panbash will teach her to wind her neck in.