Destruction

Mikes' place has gone. Hidden amongst the greenery and fences , quietly housing a couple then a family.Gone. They picked at it for a few days.Looking for salvageable ,recyclable building treasures.The black cladding slowly disapearing ,then the roof then. the windows. Then. Whamo. The diggers lifted their strongarms and delivered the final blows. Mikes has gone. Now Malcolms. Danger ,danger! strategically placed signs warn everyone, though no-one is going near, that there is asbestos on site. Run for the hills.It might jump out of the house and nab you while you are not looking. Health and safety reaches in to every corner and scares the hell out of otherwise sensible people. Pallets of wrapped sheets sit waiting .Where will they be hidden from the masses? Now a digger. Smash. A truck. Malcolms has gone. Dougs has gone. A stately Spanish style brick home that had lost its long time residents and had been transformed in to a home for travellors. Working travellors that plonked their back packs on the porch and dossed down where once the fires burned to keep wonderful long term locals warm in the winter. No mucking around here. Big digger and gay abandon.Smash to bits and dump in a dusty bashed up truck. Memories and presence gone in a flash. Dougs has gone. Bobs has gone. A simple house .Old weatherboard .Rimu and Matai.Home to hard workers and and a list of historical residents.Mike lived there for years and then Clare and family.The property name changed with the times and the game.Now the game has changed. Mr and Mrs Bob rescued from the roof of this strong old home.Bob falling of during the rescue yet making it back to safety.Now the roof is gone. Boof.The yellow beast swings in to action and Mr and Mrs Bob luckily miss seeing their house assigned to history. Bobs house is gone.