It has been a few days since my last post: Queensland has suffered its worst ever floods since white settlement. It has been a disaster, with 16 people so far losing their lives to flash flooding. Even our house was considered at risk. Luckily, our house was spared, and, thanks to a brilliant disaster plan by Queensland government, the worst possible result was averted in Brisbane, although people in Toowoomba, Grantham and other towns in the Lockyer Valley were not so lucky.
Can’t say too much more, I’m still processing this whole event. It has meant huge disruption to Brisbane, including no access across the river, power disruptions, and other serious problems. Many people have lost their entire homes and businesses. The brilliance of Queenslanders was never more in evidence than now – many people I know have bought mops, buckets, gloves and wellies to go help those in need and some centres have been overrun with volunteers. Amazing community spirit has emerged. I feel pretty hopeless: can’t go anywhere as we have the children, but we have family members needing help, so we’ll do what we can for them.