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Saturday, May 12, 2007
My dissappearing neighbors
To all the Mothers everywhere,
I hope you have a lovely day.
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
This is the rear view of the service station which
was next door to my house.
There was a BP Service Station located next door to my house in Gympie when I bought it, this never worried me in the slightest, in fact they were very good neighbors, closed at 6PM... no wild parties, they offered very good mechanical repairs and were ultimately convenient.
Strangely I didn't have a front view of it, I say strangely because I'm the sort that points a camera at just about everything I see.
About 1 month before my last trip to SA/WA the business closed down, not good I had to find an alternative workshop to service my Subaru for the trip, shortly after the site became vacant a contractor arrived to remove the petrol pumps and BP signage.
Sometime during the month that I was away they removed the building and erected a fence to keep people out, just why they thought people would want to come onto the now vacant block I'm not sure.
Fast forward another month; one night at about 8.30PM there was a lot of noise outside when I went to investigate I saw a HUGE excavator had been unloaded from a truck and was trundling into the empty site, an hour later peace returned to the hilltop.
Looks like a noisy morning coming up said I to myself and sure enough at 7.30 next morning the excavator started clunking and bumping away at the concrete forecourt not very far from where I should be sleeping, not that it was exceptionally loud but it was not something I could easily ignore.
I glanced out the window a few times over the next couple of hours and eventually noticed that as well as the operator aboard the big Hitachi (which BTW made my Hitachi electric drill with 1/2 inch chuck look very puny) there were 3 spectators, well 4 if you include me.
They are fairly well hidden behind my palm tree but if you enlarge the photo you will see 1 man on crutches and 2 more in safety vests.
I'm going to assume the one on crutches may have been the boss so he had two excuses not to do any work, the other 2 however did not lift a finger to help the operator even when he would climb out of his cabin and stack the pipes he was unearthing against the fence
as shown in this photo.
One can only assume that they
were some sort of workplace
health and safety employee's,
I'm sure the guy in the
excavator would have been only
too pleased to get a hand every
now and again though.
He finally unearthed the petrol
storage tanks and one of the
spectators sprang into action
marking them with a spray can
of pretty pink paint, shortly
after that they all departed
leaving just the operator and
me to finish up the day
The big Hitachi is still on site
with another full days work to
do I'm sure but we had a little
rain overnight so will be a day
or two before he comes back to
finish up now.