Cough. Splutter. Ich.

Lots of brushing and sweeping and hoovering and mopping and wiping and washing and tidying and dumping and hauling and moving and a lot of other verbs as well.

But now the club is neat, tidy, clean, smelling vaugely of a mix of bleach and dettol, has considerably fewer spiders and considerably less rubbish and considerably more working lightbulbs, and it’s the cleanest I’ve ever actually seen it in the seven or eight years I’ve been a member.

Thanks Mark, Colm, Pat, Geraldine, Richard, Geoff, Jim, Marina, Paul and Laura. Job well done.

And so help me, I’m gonna throttle the next shooter I see come off a training session without cleaning up after themselves…