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.
Talking to yourself is perfectly normal.
Arguing with yourself, not so much.
Losing those arguments, well...
Ya, it looks like you got into one of those very hungry traps and took a few strokes to chip out...
There were a couple of Canadian cobra chickens that were laughing at me...
The Canadian ones are the worst kind!
Or a water trap or a sand hazard.
You got me.
Welcome to my world...
Now let’s just hope the Ents don’t get involved again... Trying to get a hard drive to hook around a forested point is one thing... Seeing a tree point to the upper deck over 3rd Base is a bit too much...
... even if the head of my #1 Ping driver was forged in the fires of Orodruin...
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The 3rd tee.
“Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink.”
This tee shot out of a narrow slot offers little option for the non-swimmer to suffer a weak first club. A promontory over the water to the right is the nearest safe LZ, so I chose that heading rather than test my luck with the hive of sand traps more directly ahead. I made land, rolling decently into the fore of the fairway. From there, a 3 wood put me in striking range of the pin with a mid-iron. The large trap shielding the front of the “tabletop” green urged out a little extra mustard, and my 5-iron 3rd shot struck the green, bounced, and ran to the rear into the frog hair. I took a crack at putting out rather than a short chip as it seemed six of one, a half-dozen of the other, but the stroke slowed and trailed off to the right about 3ft shy of the hole. Putting, now, on a slight incline, even the short distance wasn’t a shoo-in, but a little bias to the uphill side saw the ball run in a nice arc to the cup, and drop in for par.
Holding onto a 1-under pace heading to the 4th tee.
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Good show! It was a tough hole... see you at the 4th tee on Monday morning!
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The last time the Ents got involved I nearly got sent to meet my maker.
I’d forgotten that my golf bag was a viking warrior special with a battle axe emblazoned on the front.
“They come with fire, they come with axes! Gnawing, biting, breaking, hacking, burning! Destroyers and usurpers!”...
Yeah... Watch out for the Oaks for certain. Cranky...
The willows are kinda sexy though. Or has it just been a while for me? *sigh*
To: Monkey FaceThe topic was chocolate.(Does it keep well, I wonder?)How would anyone keep it around long enough to know?
36 posted on 04/23/2006 1:07:12 PM PDT by null and void (America: It's too late to work within the system, but it's too early to start shooting the bastards.)To: null and voidI was thinking of stocking up on it and keeping a good supply in the fridge...handy at all times. I could even get a small fridge for the bedroom...;o]
37 posted on 04/23/2006 1:08:37 PM PDT by Monkey Face (Annoy a liberal: Work hard, spend money and fly the flag.)
I have sweet memories...
Good Morning!
That cat looks tall to me...
It’s the camera angle.
We had choir practice this morning. Now my husband and Tom the Son are going to look at a used car.
Ahhh….
What was the fate of the Avalon?
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