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So, these are the shops near where I live. Queanbeyan is officially flooded!


*sigh* so much for warm summer days.

Floods are pretty cool too though, I'm not going to lie.


I think now would be the time to test the reliability of my brother's blow up raft, yes?

ps. photo by Graham Gall http://www.facebook.com/#!/graham.gall
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k said…
Oh wow, that is so sad. I lived in a city where there was a huge flood once that wiped out so many houses and the whole downtown area (Cedar Rapids) - it was so traumatic for a lot of people!
December 9, 2010 at 7:20 PM
the runaway romantique said…
Oh wow that is insane! At least you have a good attitude towards it :) I had a flash flood almost enter my house a couple of years ago and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at my floating potted plants. Adorable blog by the way :)

- the runaway
December 15, 2010 at 9:20 AM
Kaylia Payne said…
Krystal- Oh dear, that sounds awful!!! This one missed most houses luckily, and the ones it did get only had very limited damage. It mostly damaged the pavements, bridges, fences and a couple of shops- so there is a bit of a clean up at the moment. It looked very dramatic at the time though!
Runaway- Aww thank you! That sucks about the flood at your house, I hope it didn't do too much damage!!
December 15, 2010 at 3:53 PM
Jen said…
A flood?? Girl, where is this at? I'm in Minnesota and all we have here is snow... a lot of snow!! Not sure which is worse! Hopefully everyone is ok.
December 16, 2010 at 11:15 AM
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