Where I Live

In a Tree House.

Or is that House In Tree?

The extreme weather conditions on the east coast of Australia

has caused a lot of damage

This is our little bit of damage.

I was barbecueing sausages in the Weber

on the back porch yesterday evening

to feed two hungry nephews, who

couldn't get to their home due to flooding,

when my Other Half shouted to me to come

and shift the car out of the car port.

Oh, that's a bit of a ****** I said,

upon seeing what the noise was about.

Moved car, went back to aforesaid sausages.

Other Half then attempted to contact

the Heroes

of the very overworked

SES.

No point wasting hot sausages,

we all proceeded to consume our meal

(in the dining room at the back of the house

well away from the damage),

only to be interrupted by

Police and SES

banging on the back gate.

Men in uniforms trooped in,

leaving a crowd of sightseers on the road,

braving the high winds and driving rain.

Neighbours must have managed to contact

the Services before we had.

We offered the nice men sausages

but they apparently aren't allowed

to eat sausages whilst on duty.

Nobody hurt?

No.

Did we wish to evacuate?

Not really.

A brief inspection,

trim a few branches away from the gate.

Nothing more could be achieved until

the 100km per hour winds abate

so we spent a normal evening.

The only difference being

intermittent creaking

as the tree settled further into

its' new position.

A restful night was had by all,

including the tree.