It has been a rough day, cleaning up the mess, my post sounded a little callous. I was immensely proud of my eldest for being the one to raise the alarm and get his younger brother out with his maglite first (there was a power cut). Then he went back in with a bucket of water that was soaking facecloths to help us when we were putting a wool carpet over the fire.
For that I surrendered my “coco bolo” spearpoint (Kevin Harvey MS) sheath knife that he coveted for years. For skipping (up) a year he already has won off me my Buck 970 damascus that he wears regularly.
Effectively I am Sans Buck until I get the 186 repaired. Anger and relief are competing as my youngest (9) is repeatedly overstepping the mark trying to compete with elder brother (13) and this was the second really dumb and dangerous this week. The 186 has travelled with me to Nigeria, Cameroon, Burundi, Mozambique, Lesotho, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Swaziland, Kenya and Tanzania. I have given it to my youngest when he did well at school but was having a hard time, traded it back when he wanted my SAK and he (with other friends) was asked to refrain bringing it to school.
