On January ten Mother Nature threw Brisbane a broadside. I was in the middle of celebrating my seventy sixth birthday. Some birthday present. We watched horrified as Rockhampton on the Central Coast went under, not realising what was to come our way. Then it slowly started to dawn on us as the pictures and news radio forecasts changed. Toowomba fell. Then the Lockyer Valley. Suddenly the gigantic Wivenhoe that dams the upper reaches of the Brisbane river was overflowing and running at 180%. One hundred and eighty percent. Unheard of. Two or three Sydney Harbours of excess water passing our front door every 24 hours.
The flood from six stories up.
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