It is so uselessly nerve-wracking watching the floods in Queensland and being able to do nothing at all about it. My sister has patiently explained that the Tweed (where her house is) is high but not flooding, my niece is in Laos and nephew in Sydney, so they are not particularly concerned that their house in West End in Brisbane is cut off and possibly very damp, but who can watch the footage of water like an express train carrying cars, trees and houses without feeling helpless and overwhelmed?
Add news of other senseless deaths and 2011 seems to have started on a sombre note, it feels almost irresponsible to be safe, happy and warm – which I know is silly! It is Melville’s Universal Thump all right.
and Monty Python of course…
I need to do something practical, to assert my membership of the human race.