It seems that most of our Brisbane and Ipswich friends and relations have houses above flood levels. Mark that up to codger-power, and tales of the 1974 floods.
The kid has been staying with his Nana in Gailes, but latest reports say the water lapped the house but didn't come in. Now I am glad she doesn't live closer to the train line.
I guess he'll get home when the roads are passable again. Lucky Nana always has an amply stocked pantry.
So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
About Me
- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
Links
- Ampersand Duck
- Armagnac'd
- Blue Milk
- Books I love
- Charlotte's Library
- Eglantine's Cake
- Enough Rope
- Humanities Researcher
- I think I have a recipe for that
- Light Reading
- Mim's Muddle
- Misrule
- Pea Soup
- Progressive Dinner Party
- Ramping It Up
- still life with cat
- Stories are light
- Terrible Palsy
- The Bones Remember Everything
- Third Cat
- WoLFi Tales
3 comments:
Good to know. I was wondering how your northern rellies were. I keep thinking of more and more Kiwis we know who live in or near Brisbane.
I can just remember the flood that went through our small town when I was little - mainly things like seeing a neighbour rowing along the main street. Fortunately NZ houses were typically built on wooden piles in those days, so the water only went about a foot deep in our house (and I remember being excited, not scared).
Our newspapers are full of amazing pictures from Queensland. And the thought of the clean-ups when the water finally goes down...
You know, don't you? That those of us who RSS your blog see every time you post... even when you delete it later. We don't see the content (I guess that is what 'delete' means) but we do see the heading. So when you do that I have the fun of inacurately imagining what you deleted using only the heading.
What fun!
Heh heh, a taste of evil.
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