Telling your daughter that a flood may be coming seems to be the best way to get her to clean her room. Lizzie spent the afternoon packing a bag of important things to take with her if we were evacuated – that included her camera, ipod, phone. Then she put all her favourite things above waist level. Then, just in case we had to go to an evacuation centre she put on a decent t shirt, did her hair and put on makeup. I was 99% sure the levy would hold as it is 15 metres high and the river was only due to peak at 14.3 metres (as long as we didn’t get any sudden rain). So I listened to the SES report at 11pm then went to bed. (I did leave my bra on, just in case I had to make a sudden dash). So I’m in bed with the light off and Kimba storms in and says – you can’t just go to bed like normal. And I said – what do you want me to do. And she said – I don’t know, sit up on the lounge all night. Bugger that – not like I can stop the water coming. I did wake up a couple of times through the night and tap my toe on the floor just to see if there was water there. One lady rang up the radio this morning and said they still had 6 feet of water in their house. Some people spent the night sleeping in their roof space. Today the place is mad – helicopters around and people everywhere having a sticky beak. There are actually traffice jams due to all the cars driving around looking. There is not a loaf of bread around. We got the last 6 bread rolls from the bakery. It has been an amazing few days. Stories of people surviving being washed away in creeks, stormwater drains and cars are being heard a lot. It’s a wonder more people weren’t killed.
These are the lonely netball courts.
If you haven’t seen the pasher bulker on newcastle beach – it’s worth a look. Amazing