Why my brother deserves a medal…
For those of you who live here in Aus, you’ve probably heard about the lovely rain we’ve been getting in Melbourne. For everyone else, after more than ten years of drought, Melbourne is now experiencing a LOT of rain. Hello, flash flooding. The basement carpark of my building flooded yesterday, with all the cars and storage rooms on the lower level (not mine, thankfully) flooded waist deep in water. Cars written off, and years of personal belongings destroyed. I spent hours with one woman, helping her try to save her dead mother’s photo albums.
Naturally, with more rain forecast, I began to worry about my own storage room. The car is insured, but no amount of money will ever replace the hundreds of out-of-print books I’ve managed to collect over the years. I was determined to get all eight large and extremely heavy plastic crates upstairs to my apartment.
So I called my darling brother and begged for help.
He arrived, took one look at the non-functioning lift, and demanded to know if I’d lost my mind. As he pointed out, my storage room was on the upper level, and extremely unlikely to flood, as the water would flow out onto the street. At worst, I’d get maybe an inch of water before it started draining into the stormwater system. My building is at the top of a hill, as he reminded me, so whole houses would need to be under water before my storage room was.
But, to ease my mind, he then proceeded to (somehow) track down two biiiiig and six-inch thick sheets of foam and use them to elevate my crates about a foot off the ground. So if whole houses did end up under water, at least I’d have time to get my books out.
Let’s just say I felt a combination of selfish and sheepish when he left.
But he’s still the best brother ever.