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I'm back from Sydney as of last night. Whilst I've been gone - and I'm sure most of you are aware - the state I now call home is 75% flooded. That's twice the size of Texas. Some of the bodies that were swept away in the floodwater will never be found. What staggers me is that Brisbane flooded; that's the third-biggest city in Australia, two million people, an actual city. These things usually happen in regional towns, but for it to happen in an urban place is just mind-blowing.
The Gold Coast is an hour away from Brisbane and miraculously the flood decided to jump over us and continue further south. I'm so, so thankful we weren't directly affected but flying into Brisbane last night and seeing half the city dark and out of electricity was eerie. We went to the supermarket, however, and long-life milk is sold out; we only just managed to grab the last couple of litres of ordinary milk. Fruit and veggies are half gone, so are eggs. Everyone was stocking up on canned food like it was WWII.
It's nuts to think that, two years ago, I was living an hour away from the worst bushfires the country has ever seen. Now I'm an hour away from a floodzone. (What's even crazier is that where there was bushfires two years ago is now also flooded - it won't make as much news but my hometown of Melbourne and surrounding areas is also experiencing flooding. WTF.)
Meanwhile, Brazil and Sri Lanka also lose people, homes, business, animals to flooding. This is all so unfair.
There was a massive street party tonight organised to raise funds. Lots of bands, food, people. Rebecca Twigley Judd and Lauren Phillips were collecting donations - that's WAG royalty, right there - and Scott Prince was signing jerseys. It was so well-organised for such a quickly-put together event.
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In other news, boating in Sydney was great fun. Three days of absolutely nothing to do other than cruise around on the harbour and read. And watch flood news continuously. And read. And drink tea and play cards like a grandma. And read. (I was going to upload some photos of Sydney Harbour but being lazy is too easy.)
Today The Boy and I sat speculating whether 30 Rock are going to write in Jane Krakowski's pregnancy. My theory? Two of Jenna's gay friends decide to do an Elton John and have a baby, and she volunteers/is coerced/tricked into being the surrogate. Or will Jane just be forced to wear bulky jumpers and hide behind vases of flowers? Thoughts?
AUSTRALIAN OPEN STARTING SOON HOORAY! I love this time of summer when there are sports on other than bloody cricket. Lleyton Hewitt has organised a charity match for the floods like Roger Federer did last year. HURRAH! It had me in stitches last time.
Laters, sweets!
P.S. I love this song, I won't lie. You go, BritBrit.