My older brother was awful when we were growing up He was four years older and was definitely not the protective kind. I may have told this story already somewhere, oh well...

Once, me and my brother were sat in the front from of our house while Mum was in the kitchen making our tea. My brother had a plastic toy gun that made a clicking sound when ever you fired it. My brother was nonchalantly clicking it click...click...click. My Mum's voice pipes up from the kitchen "Stop clicking that gun!" My brother decides to test my Mum's patience - click click click click. "Did you hear me?! Stop clicking that bloody gun!" My brother pauses before... clickclickclickclickclickclick. Then we hear "RIGHT!!!" and stomping footsteps towards the front room.

At this point I'm smiling, I was quite looking forward to seeing my brother get a sound hiding. Just as my Mum enters the room, he throws the gun to me. Mum walks right over to me and starts cracking me on the leg very hard. What was their reaction when I finally told her (through my sobs) the truth? They both just laughed.

The injustice still rankles to this day.