Posted on 11/26/2024 11:19:27 AM PST by Red Badger
No matter what students bring to future "show and tells" at Orchard Junior School in the Southampton area of England, they will never be able to top this year's spectacle that shut down and evacuated the school.
One bonkers little tyke brought in a bit of vintage "unexploded ordinance" to show his mates.
The school quickly evacuated all the students, called the police, and texted the parents:
Schools are being closed & evacuated - please collect your child from Noadswood field ASAP.
Imagine getting that little note in the middle of the school day.
Laura Holloway, a mother of one of the students was at work at the time. She said,
It was so worrying. Another parent had called saying there were police everywhere. I knew my youngest would have been so scared.
But, she added:
Both schools seemed to deal with it all very well and had the kids lined up and checked off - it must have been very upsetting for everyone involved.
Once the students were out, the police showed up and sent in the bomb squad.
The police's full statement said: ‘We were called at about 1.30pm to a report that a child had brought what may have been a potentially unexploded ordnance to Orchard Junior School.
‘The school was calmly evacuated and a disposal team attended to take the item away to be destroyed as a precaution.'
Not an easy task by any means.
The real question everyone wants to know is "What kind of ‘historic incendiary device' are we talking about here?"
This is England after all. They've been blowing stuff up and getting blown up for centuries.
It could've been anything from a 16th-century mortar to a WWII hand grenade to that morning's beans on toast.
Without ‘Face here we don’t hear how things are with the cat(s) any more.
I still remember not being sure when you were talking about a child and when you were talking about a cat.
In any case, do you still have them? How are they doing? Jake is the name I remember (my bad).
The only words I really know how to use are slice and shank. Which accurately describes how I golfed back when I tried.
This would be the classic “I call, you haul” stance, but I’ve not been favored to have any cats that enjoyed road trips. At all.
Jake, the brown cat, died back in November. The immortal lizard finally died, too. Now we just have a fish, and he’s not looking too good.
It’s a pretty cat. The poster said the neighbors moved away and left him.
Well, then they don’t deserve him. That’s just dastardly, but I’m almost always relieved to see these stories end with the abandoned animal being take in by people who will really love and care for it.
So sorry to hear that.
Did you bother to name the fish?
I agree. The cat was already friendly with the people who now have him, so it’s a good deal all around.
It’s my husband’s fish, and no. It doesn’t have a name.
And thanks. Jake was 15-ish and had a great life, for a guy who was born behind a dumpster.
I thought being born in odd places was normal for cats.
In regard to the fish name, I propose “ghoti”.
Excellent suggestion. I will call it that.
This 372yd par 4 presents with a huge sand trap dead ahead, flanked by water on the right, and trees eclipsing a left dogleg in the near stretch of the fairway. Beyond that, the fairway bends back to the right, and takes dead aim at the green. Don’t exhale, yet, though; the green is wide, but shallow, and surrounded by water to the back and on both sides. The cup is in full view in the left lobe, but a straight-in shot is made intimidating by two bunkers set in an obscuring mound on that route of approach.
I teed off conservatively, pulling up short of the worst incursion of the bunker on the left to set up a 3 iron second shot with a good lie in the middle of the fairway that gave me a straight shot at the green another 50yd distant. The calculus, here, was whether to risk a high arc over the bunkers in hope of planting the ball near enough for a short put, or stay more safely to the right and try to sink a long one. Being early in the round, I put my bet on my 9-iron and lofted a shot over the sand traps that paid off with about an 8ft put that I sank nicely to make par.
So, I’m on to the 3rd tee holding at 1 under with 7 strokes on the round.
For a good look at what’s to come, check out the course video overview here:
https://www.pontevedra.com/things-to-do/golf/ocean-course
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It shouldn’t be too late for this:
Her
The Crysalis
The butterfly and I share a secret,
We are secret agents of change,
Where each of us crawls into hiding,
To then let our souls rearrange.
That droll and tedious crawling,
The eating of leaves and such fare,
This isn’t the fun we aspire to,
We’re destined to soar in the air.
But somehow we have to make payment,
To shore up the good things we dream,
In hopes that a last sleep will furnish,
The essence of all of our schemes.
So if you have not seen me lately,
It could be I’m taking a snooze,
In preparation for waking up,
And filling my eyes with new views.
Bob (I wrote it, I can quote it.)
‘Face’s first post to me:
https://freerepublic.com/focus/backroom/1306051/posts?page=25567#25567
That was 20 years ago, and just a couple days after her birthday. I’d been here just 3 months after finding the forum during the Schiavo debacle.
James was a toddler. He’s 21 now.
Ah, yes. I remember ghoti.
Well done.
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