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.
Pretty, plush fur.
Good morning. Happy Monday!
Winter is back with a vengance. It was 10 fs when I walked The Princess this morning. At least we didn’t get slammed with snow.
We made it through the weekend without any major M-I-L events. Our lease is up in April and I’m quietly trying to encourage Mrs. ArGee that we not rent another year. She’s pretty adamant now about not moving into her mother’s house, even if her mother dies and she’s doing Executor stuff. Maybe she’ll change her mind.
The weekend in Wordle wasn’t anything to talk about, but this morning I had a good third guess
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Good Monday Morning!
Winter has set in for us as well, albeit not as intensely as points North... overnight we hit our low of the season, 23° F, which is foreguessed to be the low point of this cold snap...
I had a ‘lucky’ second row guess (one of those ‘learn a new word’ ones) that solved much...
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It’s a Monday...
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Looks like a nice progression!
I made it! Finally.
I’ll get dressed in a minute and then get to work with the rest of the clothes, but when I got up, I had Second Breakfast, since my starving self was winning the battle of what to do next.
Not quite four hours of sleep under my belt, but it’s better than staying up forever.
Today is probably the day I get FDs box of goodies sent to her. Or tomorrow. I made a door snake for her French doors, but her measurements were off by a yard, so I had to make an additional piece for it. That’s going, as will the tote bag that she loaned me when I was too stupefied to take a suitcase when I went to CO with her. And there are a few other things that I don’t want. Things she has been not-so-secretively coveting.
But first I have to hang the clothes and then I’ll see how I feel. I put my phone on “mute” while I napped, and it’s a good thing I did. Walmart sent me a text about my laundry soap arriving today. With my phone number from “The South”, they usually sent the text messages around 0600. So I’m going to have to break down and get a local number. I don’t know why I put it off for so long. Oh. Wait. The $15 charge for the change!
See ya in a bit.
Welcome back to the land of the living.
Unless you were smart enough to wake up somewhere else.
No such luck, I’m afraid!
It’s 40° and our high will be 52 with cloudy skies. Same ol’ stuff since Oct. Boring.
The wind will blow the dust onto our cars, then we’ll get a spit of rain, and our cars have mud drops on them instead of water spots. *sigh*
At least I have a cover for the windshield so I don’t have to turn the washers on every time I need to go somewhere. I hate that gritty sound.
The magic of a Mackerel tabby!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEa6wD9j4CE
Imagine, to this cover version if you would, throngs of people fully enthralled by smart dust.
Swaying to an inaudible tune.
Very different.
Afternoon. We had a setaround at the library and then came home for nap. It’s cold.
If they actually made such a thing as smart dust, you know Congress would outlaw it.
I think I had the wrong idea. When I saw the logo I thought, “Of course, after a gunship finishes doing its work, there will be lots of lonely people.”
I agree with T-c!
No smart dust around here!
At the risk of sounding like a shut-in, what’s a “setaround?”
As is usual with Mondays, now, I have the S-L-O-W-S. Nothing much got done except for what absolutely needed to be done.
I was going to take the trash out the morning, but my legs were wobbly for some reason. So I’ll try to do it tomorrow. There are also a couple of other things that needed to be done, but I’ve delayed them, as well.
I think it would be abused.
Anything intended for good our politicians turn to self serving bs.
Or try to weaponize it.
Command deck, Administration tower Mars Colony 1.
Local time 12:33 pm.
Matthew Rilan Soames was on duty at the admin desk, he was going over the recent malfunctions of the spider bots.
Something had been bothering him over the past few days and he’d called up the live feed of the internal site sensors.
Every screen in the room was showing history over time and current received signals.
An insistent -hissing?- in his head told him to filter further, look at specific frequencies.
Hunh, he could detect himself and Eva in the earliest data.
Wait.
He scrolled back, then forward.
Denying what he saw.
Not possible.
No.
The signals data showed Eva’s signal stop, then a new signal popped up.
The first malfunctioning spiderbot.
Then something curious, five more signals popped up.
He tracked those, they went to crew quarters.
These were people.
The Eva signal would stop, then the new signals would continue on.
Then he went to most recent scan.
The realization of what he was looking at, he was still trying to rationalize it.
Mostly to himself, some vain attempt to explain it away to himself.
Outside the tower, down in the streets, the infected all stopped and turned towards the tower.
The phone on the desk rang, “Soames here, what’s” he stopped to listen to the panicked words on the other end of the line.
Then he went to the window to see the throngs of people moving strangely, all coming his way.
“Ooooohhhh boy.”
:told you: text flashed in front of his vision.
A setaround is when you “set around” in the library, reading a book while your child plays video games.
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