For what it's worth - quite stupid really:

In the early 1960's, with my friends, we used to kick around a football in the road where we lived, hardly any cars around then and less than a handful of neighbours owned cars, the smartest was owned by the local doctor - a Rover, I think model 90.

Mrs Tremain's front wall made ideal goal area, often the ball ended up inside her property, initially returned without fuss, but, gradually with anger and complaints to our parents.....the last time being a punctured ball.

I had a Original 0.22, I think it was model number 35. One day when she was out, I put a few shots through her bra that was out with the washing, it was an easy target as she was well endowed - maybe I had invented the first peep-hole bra...? Thankfully nothing came about after this irresponsible action.

In those days we carried our air-guns around quite openly as we wandered to the canal, river or woods. Now, I need my neighbours to be out before I work on any of my collection on a sunny day in the garden. I remarked in an earlier post how my neighbour challenged me if I had a licence for an old Cadet I was working on in my garden. Hell, you can't get a better weapon of mass destruction than a car being piloted by a mobile phone user, and the fine is paltry.

Best regards to all.....