Big Fires, Big Trucks, Little Trouble
Came home from work yesterday and Usagi and I decided to have a lie down for a while. At 37+ degrees C it was waaay too hot to do anything else.
We laid there, quietly reading our books and getting ready to have a short, hazy summer snooze.
Enter the sirens. Followed by no less than 7 CFS (Country Fire Service) units with flashing lights to accompany the sirens blaring.
Usagi and I looked at eachother, sighed, put down our books and got up to have a look.
Yep, the next property, the one owned by The Pin Head Who Won't Clear His Land and Grows A Fucking Motza of Highly Flammable Trees, is ablaze. As we stood on the front balcony, CFS units, police, an ambulance and GAWKERS [aside: if you aren't involved in a fire, fuck off and let the professionals get their work done - you'll see the aftermath on the news. fuckheads#] arrived and began doing what they do.
We rang the CFS hotline to find out if we had to evacuate. No, but get ready as the wind was blowing the fire directly at our property. Usagi and I wandered the house looking for things to take. We remembered the usuals: Clothes, unreplaceable jewllery, wedding photos of ours and his/Sonia's, negatives. We then split up to find other stuff. We couldn't find anything else that couldn't be replaced, or wasn't important enough to pack. Well, actually we did have a brief discussion on the topic, "Warhammer Figures aren't That Important". *grin*
And we live in a 40 square house?!?!?! We seriously need to cull some crap.
End result was Usagi and I stood on the front balcony with the radio on in the background (listening for evacuation orders) while the local newscrews flew choppers around the property getting footage of the house next door. Not being a very bright spark myself, it took me a full five minutes of watching to realise that the cameras could pan on to our property and I'm standing there in a skin coloured bra and black g with tummy and tits galore. I was going to retreat inside but figured if they are so hard up for kicks, they deserve them. So I strutted my stuff instead. Usagi almost fell over laughing at me. Fuck it. I have no shame. :)
Unfortunately, in spite of my posturing, smiling and winking at the choppers, no footage of Pregnant'Ness appeared on any of the stations.
In the event of a bushfire, we would probably survive. Mainly because neither Usagi and I can take anything particularly seriously, and hence don't panic.
#Ooooh! Look who has hormones! Phear the pregnant lady!
We laid there, quietly reading our books and getting ready to have a short, hazy summer snooze.
Enter the sirens. Followed by no less than 7 CFS (Country Fire Service) units with flashing lights to accompany the sirens blaring.
Usagi and I looked at eachother, sighed, put down our books and got up to have a look.
Yep, the next property, the one owned by The Pin Head Who Won't Clear His Land and Grows A Fucking Motza of Highly Flammable Trees, is ablaze. As we stood on the front balcony, CFS units, police, an ambulance and GAWKERS [aside: if you aren't involved in a fire, fuck off and let the professionals get their work done - you'll see the aftermath on the news. fuckheads#] arrived and began doing what they do.
We rang the CFS hotline to find out if we had to evacuate. No, but get ready as the wind was blowing the fire directly at our property. Usagi and I wandered the house looking for things to take. We remembered the usuals: Clothes, unreplaceable jewllery, wedding photos of ours and his/Sonia's, negatives. We then split up to find other stuff. We couldn't find anything else that couldn't be replaced, or wasn't important enough to pack. Well, actually we did have a brief discussion on the topic, "Warhammer Figures aren't That Important". *grin*
And we live in a 40 square house?!?!?! We seriously need to cull some crap.
End result was Usagi and I stood on the front balcony with the radio on in the background (listening for evacuation orders) while the local newscrews flew choppers around the property getting footage of the house next door. Not being a very bright spark myself, it took me a full five minutes of watching to realise that the cameras could pan on to our property and I'm standing there in a skin coloured bra and black g with tummy and tits galore. I was going to retreat inside but figured if they are so hard up for kicks, they deserve them. So I strutted my stuff instead. Usagi almost fell over laughing at me. Fuck it. I have no shame. :)
Unfortunately, in spite of my posturing, smiling and winking at the choppers, no footage of Pregnant'Ness appeared on any of the stations.
In the event of a bushfire, we would probably survive. Mainly because neither Usagi and I can take anything particularly seriously, and hence don't panic.
#Ooooh! Look who has hormones! Phear the pregnant lady!