As you know, the Man and I have been doing a fair bit of work in the garden at the moment. Reading this article from the Herald-Sun website today makes me glad that we aren’t getting any garden supplies delivered from these guys in Perth.
Today a house in Hazelmere, a suburb East of Perth, received a delivery of sand that came from a building site in Perth’s south. Mixed in with this delivery is what appears to be a 14 inch bomb left over from the Second World War.
I say appeared because at the time of writing the street is cordoned off and I expect that people are giving the sand pile quite a wide berth!
After all, if it is an old bomb it has recently been picked up by a mechanical loader and dumped into the back of a truck, driven across town, then spilled out onto the ground. Any one of these indignities could have detonated a live bomb so I think we can assume that it is safe.
Doesn’t mean I would want to be standing poking it with a stick though…
In what will obviously be the last installment of my escaped Tasmanian Devils series I am happy to report that Ghengis has been recaptured. (Herald-Sun)
For those of you who have not been keeping up with this news, on the 16th of October three Tassie Devils escaped from their enclosure in Perth when a fallen tree flattened the fence.
Scratchy was recaptured by two men and managed to do serious damage to a bathroom wall before the zoo owner arrived to take him home. Itchy was the next one found and he also did his best to get away again but was safely returned.
Ghengis was obviously not as eager to continue his adventure as the others and was picked up without incident. Either that or the people who found him had also read the other news articles and realized that they would have to be more careful of their walls and pet cages than the previous rescuers.
Poor Ghengis is now going home for a good feed and a rest before being reunited with his friends. I wonder if this adventure will make them shyer of making a break for it next time or now they have had a taste of freedom will they be making a rush at every open gate? 🙂
Sounds like it was a weekend of destruction and mishap in Perth in 1898.
The first thing I would like to know is, how did Thomas Coultas manage to get his foot stuck in the front wheel of his bike? He might have been well-known in cycling circles, but was he known for his excellent riding skills? This little accident would suggest not.
Next the fall of a flake of plaster at Mrs. Huxtable’s house. Since when is a 15ft piece of plaster a ‘flake’? That sounds like a whole ceiling to me! They ladies in the room were lucky that the only actual damage was the ruination of the bonnet. It must have had quite a sturdy head beneath it.
Epileptic fits, being run down by a cart and a man being smacked silly by a train door. It sounds like a weekend better spent at home! Even more so if you were intending on taking a stroll down Murray street on Saturday morning. In that case it was lucky the building only looked as if was going to fall, and didn’t actually fall. Several heavy beams were employed to prop it up and all was well. I suspect that if I was reporting a newly bricked building that was leaning heavily toward the street I would use stronger language than ‘a somewhat unfortunate mishap’ though.