It's All Happening (Again)!

We've had almost half of our annual rainfall in a few days. The river has burst its banks. The park next to the river reserve is almost up to the Flood Warning sign. But Beverley is dry. Built up above the Avon, there is still over a metre of room under the Beverley bridge. But the floodwaters are moving fast and hard. As we watched this evening, a tall eucalypt gave up against the raging waters and simply fell over.

Yesterday morning, we had news helicopters hovering above. Two of my brothers have checked that we aren't submerged. Little old Heavenly Beverley has hit the headlines.This has caused great amusement.

And that's not all. We also signed off on our building contract. The deal is done. We will have a new home in several months. And all our trees were lopped. Four will be completely removed to make way for the house. The tree closest to the Forbes Building has had a severe haircut, but we hope that it will resprout in due course.

Behind the Forbes Building looks like a bomb site. The earthworks include the removal of the foliage of the gum trees. But there is still a vast array of thicker timber to chainsaw into manageable pieces and stack for drying. This task is a tad daunting and will no doubt take some time. We are now relishing the cooler weather.

Last night, we relaxed with a joint performance of Famous Sharron and Barry Morgan. We laughed, we clapped, we cheered. Kim and Meredith braved the roads to come from Cunderdin for the show. The wine was good, the pizza awful. I asked for less cheese due to Michael's reflux. No attention was paid to this request. Michael suffered miserably, but he still enjoyed the show. Unfortunately, the effects of the pizza lasted much longer that the comedy of Shazz and Baz. We will not be frequenting the pizza outlet again in the future.

The rain finally appears to be abating. I have conceived a cunning plan to guarantee the speedy return of Wheatbelt summer temperatures. I have decided to buy some more ugg boots when I travel to Midland tomorrow. And pay yet another visit to Centrelink.

My black sense of humour is working overtime. After contacting Mia Davies' office (our state member) I was assured that I would receive a telephone call from the Department of Human Services to explain the calculation of our assets. So, whilst in Midland tomorrow, I shall enquire at Centrelink about this absence of contact. And produce the fourth assessment letter we have received in four weeks. And start handing in receipts for the house as I have been directed to do by Centrelink staff. I'm thinking this may take some time. Fortunately, I do have a handy picnic rug in the back of my trusty little hatchback. A newspaper and Facebook should help to keep me amused.

The most surprising aspect of this rather damp weekend has been the numbers of guests into the Gallery. I have just farewelled the last group at five o'clock. They expressed interest in two of Michael's sculptures and took one of our cards. Wonders will never cease.

Stay tuned for our next exciting escapade.

The Avon was ascending!

Whilst we were standing there, this tree gave up the ghost...

Obviously needed a Bex, a lie-down and a cup of tea!

Picnic anyone?

These shelters proved a tad ineffective...

Duh...

Now that was a haircut.

Preparing for excavations and groundworks...

A reasonable pile of debris!

Madame Cat was not amused.

On with the show!

Shazz with her "willing" participants,

With Meredith,

And Michael.

Mr Morgan and his organ...

The man

and his hair.

Quite fetching in his gold shorts and coat.

Mixing with the punters. All in a day's work for Barry Morgan.