I had a dream last night that the river came right up to the house and for some weird reason I had the fridge and freezer out on the verandah, and the piles were eroded away and the doors opened and all the food fell off the shelves into the flood. You know how it is with dreams... There's no way the river would ever flood that far, but I was still relieved to wake up.
When I went for my walk this morning the rugby grounds were still flooded and the lake had attracted a gazillion arguing gulls. The poor worms were huddled together in great knots to avoid drowning so I rescued a few, but there's plenty of them - tasty pickings for the birds -and lots of black grass grub beetles too, flailing ineffectually around in the water.