Last week I was listening to Paul talk about the weapons laws in the UK and how it was affecting him and his weapons. I was sympatheitc- but at the same time I was having to return my GLOCK that belonged to my Dad that my mom had given me when he passed away. I was sad about it- but I know I'll never regard the GLOCK as MY gun- it will always be Dad's Gun, if you know what I mean. I only had it for a couple of years now and I know mom will give it to Charlie...or at least I HOPE that's what she'll do. Maybe I'll give it to him just to make sure.
Then yesterday- it suddenly hit me........I walked down the hallway to the bathroom where Paul was trimming his beard and asked him......"Ummmmm, Babe...???? Those UK weapons laws........does that mean I can't bring my knife with me????" He looked at me for a minute before it registered.
Guardedly, he asked me....."Does it have a locking blade?" I slowly nodded. "Then Yes, you cannot bring it, Sweetie" he said softly as my face fell.
You see, my Dad gave me that knife and taught me how to use it to defend myself when I was 16. I've had it for all these years and usually carry it with me- or at least in my purse. It's one of the most precious items I own......and I was counting on bringing it with me...if not to be able to carry- at least to put in our safe and HAVE.
Now I know EXACTLY how he feels about a few items of his.
It's almost worth it to me to have the locking mechanism broken to be able to take it with me.
Or maybe my Daughter, Julie, will get that item.