Every Monday morning, Genevieve and I catch the tram to East Melbourne to go to daycare. This morning as we arrived at our stop about a dozen assorted police vehicles (standard & unmarked cars, armed response units, paddy wagons, the whole 9 yards) came screaming down Flinders St...
Turns out that about five minutes before we arrived three people were shot a couple of streets from our stop, one fatally. The gunman is still on the loose and there are copters buzzing the sky from Southbank (where we live) right around to East Melbourne on the other side of the river.
Walking home was a little bit nerve-wracking; every time a siren sounded or the coppers went past, passersby just about had a heart attack.
Ah, the joys of inner-city life. :-|
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