I live in Brisbane, which is currently experiencing its worst flood in 100 years. As a young teenager, I lived through the floods of 1974. And my great grandmother lived through the floods of 1983.
I’m lucky, my family are all safe. We kept calling around yesterday to make sure everyone had checked the flood levels for ’74 and knew how high the water would come. My brother was headed to work through Toowoomba when he got a call to say don’t come in, so he missed the ‘inland tsunami’.
The fridge is full of food. We’re not expecting to lose power, but we do have a gas stove, so we’ll be able to cook if we do lose power.
It’s funny. This is the first sunny day we’ve had in ages, yet the news programs are constantly talking about the flooding and they keep showing views of the city with water lapping into buildings.
What’s even odder is that we’ve had 10 years of drought, when the dams got down to less than 15% capacity, now they are at 170% capacity and the flood gates are open, releasing the equivalent of two Sydney Harbours full of water each day.
The disaster had brought out the best in people, with strangers turning up to help people move their belongings and others risking their lives to save those trapped on cars or roofs.