While I was at work on Wednesday, I received the following text message from Tim:

“Shit a brick half the shed roof just flew off and is now sitting in the back yard!”

Now, we’ve had a sheet of tin fly off the roof at the end of the shed before, so I thought that he was perhaps exaggerating and I just thought that another sheet had probably just come off. Anyway, I got home and Tim led me out the back, to this:

The rectangular formation in the grass in the foreground is going to be where we'll build the vegetable garden

This timber beam got carried away from the top of the shed with the tin sheeting and narrowly missed smashing into our laundry window

This is what the shed looks like now - without its roof

We’ve had a lot wind the last few days, but that’s crazy. I’ve never seen anything like that before. It really is half the roof that blew off and landed 30 metres away in the backyard. On it’s way to the backyard, it sliced through the clear laserlite sheeting on the patio roof, sliced off a downpipe from the gutter, sliced off some eaves from the side of the house, took with it a timber beam that barely missed our laundry window, sliced into the trunk of our lemon tree and ploughed into the area near where we had planned to plant some nut trees.

We are just so lucky that Tim wasn’t out there when it happened, because if it hit him he would not be here anymore (not 2 minutes before it happened, he was out there).  The insurance company is sending out a guy to come and repair it tomorrow.

In other news, Tim went to an interview for a job at the Tasmanian Fire Service on Monday.  He bought a new outfit for the ocassion.  Unfortunately, he didn’t get the job.