Sunday afternoon, doing jigsaw puzzles on the computer, the big rain of lunchtime already drying up. Crack! Not lightning this time, just a gunshot, followed by a few more. A few months ago I would have been able to tell you how many shots, but I’ve forgotten already. Not even too sure which direction they came from. These sound nearer than similar eruptions earlier in the day, though. The three of us in the house silently note the disturbance, but it’s not followed by any scrambling or sirens, so we continue to read papers, chat on MSN or whatever, with only a slightly hightened sense of our surroundings … in case. But nobody moves. For here in the quiet valley, we have become too accustomed to these sounds.