So the area where I live keeps on getting hit by bushfires.
Apparently 167 fires have been lit in my suburb in the last 2 years. The reason why this is such a bad thing, is because our housing estate is surrounded by hundreds of hectares of bushland in the form of regional parks.
That’s a very scary thought. A couple of fired have come really close and scared the hell out of me, the most recent one actually saw me fleeing my house on Sunday.
I’d never thought about it too much before but here was my dilemma.
What do you grab from your house when you think it might burn down and not be there when you return?
I grabbed my dog, his water bowl, his leash, my computer, a change of clothes and my massive file of paperwork (birth certificates/passports/educational qualifications etc)
Sunday was very stressful, not knowing whether the house would be there or not, and seeing the massive mushroom of smoke from 30 kilometres away.
I returned with my dog at around 9pm that night and found it still standing. Apparently the 80 amazing firefighters had protected all the houses and buildings, even though the fire had swallowed up 212 hectares of land. The fire however was still not under control.
That night I slept terribly with the house being filled with smoke and I cough and spluttered my way through.
The next morning I grabbed the same items again, when I left the house in the wee hours of the morning. I dropped Benny off at a safe garden about 15 kilometres away, and headed to work. By the time we returned at 7 on Monday evening the fire had been controlled and it was safe once again.
I just don’t understand why people would even consider lighting fires.
How can they be so inconsiderate and stupid?
I hate other people driving them.
Usually it was just large trucks due to a seriously scary accident I was in, when I was about 14.
However after this last week, it is buses too.
Can you imagine driving along the freeway behind a bus, when two of it’s tyres burst, and the bus immediately slows down but starts skidding and swerving everywhere? Yup. Not cool. Luckily I managed to swerve out of it’s way and miss it.
Then this morning, I’m going the speed limit of 70 along a two lane road. I’m in the right lane, and out of nowhere a school bus crosses into my lane from the right, going at about 10/20 km per hour. Not only did I have to slam on brakes, watch my laptop go flying off my passenger seat, but have to swerve into the left lane, hoping there wasn’t cars there. About 20 seconds later, the bus without indicating, changes into my lane, cutting me off AGAIN.
I had to then slam on brakes once again, and swop back into the right lane. They managed a sheepish little sorry wave.
But seriously, school children were on that bus. How the hell did they get their F class and bus job?
A motorcyclist had to swerve to avoid a car this morning, on the road I live just off, and ending up hitting a metal pole.
He was rushed to hospital with severe chest injuries, and lost the fight for his life shortly after.
The road was closed off, and getting to work was near impossible.
Another fatality. How many more?
Tell your loved ones how much you love them… You never know when they’ll be gone.
I live at A.
My old car – a 1997 model Ford (Trevor) is broken down with a flat battery a 35 min drive north at B.
My 8 month old car – a 2009 Subaru (Howie), is broken down in Geraldton a 6 hour drive north at C.
This week, we will undertake a mission to attempt to return a newly fixed Howie back home.
When he will be fixed, we do not know – but the hot tip is this afternoon.
Who will undertake this mission. Either Cuban or the amazing Pink/Paramore stalker.
Let the fun begin.