Hmmm, where to live next week? I can live by candlelight but I can't bear the thought of the boys having cold showers. I might farm them out to various friends while I stay at 'the ghost town which is our apartment complex'. Our dear friends are coming back from their 'evacuee centre' to the complex this weekend... we might be able to come up with a creative way of powering up a hot water system. Can you plug them into generators? I know nothing.
Speaking of plumbing, and totally off the topic of 'the devastation which is our home town', what do you honestly think of these vanities? Nowhere to put soap.... water drips onto the floor when you turn off the tap... and how do you fetch your jewellery out of the trap when you accidentally wash it down the sink? Just asking. I do sort of like the funky look of them though. In the right environment. They're different.
I hear there is a king tide in town at 10.30am this morning. I signed up for the Brisbane City Council Early Warning Alert Service HERE. Alerts go to your mobile and email inbox. Thanks for putting me onto it Jane (Jane has her finger on the pulse of everything in town... when in doubt ask Jane... I do). Never again do I want to receive a 'hurry, they're evacuating West End phone call' by my panicked mother, whilst miles away from home!
When I do get home, I am going to action a 'leaving my apartment well prepared for a flood kit'. My important paperwork is in my intray on the floor of my wardrobe (we moved house in a hurry at the end of December)... wouldn't have stood a chance if the river did what it was predicted to do (and I didn't think to grab it when we left... too busy actioning 'Bun, Bun' and 'Ted Ted' and musical instruments).
I have also made friends with Natasha on the third floor. My chair is heading there next time. Scary thing is, the word is there could be a 'next time'... we have only just started our wet season... sodden earth, full dams, I shudder to think.
Happy Friday my friends.