Our House, or at least it used to be our house....

Post earthquake day.
Progress photo of the house, changing and deteriorating by the day.
Been out and emptied out the fridge from this house, the freezer and all its contents were not in a nice state but manageable. It was a bit earie being in there wondering if it might all come downat any time. Used a team of teenage rugby and rowing boys to remove some bricks etc so we could access the pathway and take out precious furniture which we wanted to save.

Took huge donations of meat from a friendly butcher out to a country refuge centre to help supply some dinner. The Salvation Army and the real actual Army were taking on the job of catering and caring amongst many other voluteers.
Shopped in the country supermarket for essentials, which was difficult as they were basically gone and only luxuries left. Shelves empty of cereals, toilet paper, bread and other things that you take for granted in a big flash supermarket.
Drove back past manic queues at petrol stations where they were fighting over pumps which serviced empty tanks. Insane behaviour. Everyone is overtired.

Talked to the engineer about the house. He believes up to 600inner city buildings will need to come down. He has seen some gruesome and terrible sights during his inspections. He will come and visit on Monday and we are hoping he will write a report finishing this house off. It is just beyond our belief that they would want to repair it now. The weather is now attacking the inside as well so that adds to the destruction fairly quickly.
We remain at all times overwhelmingly grateful for the luck of the timing and locaton of our family which means we are not mourning a loved one this week. My husband left the 15th floor of a building at lunch time from which later people had to be rescued. His car had been parked directly under an ancient Provincial Council stone building which fell onto the street on that carpark. I was late to get my son to an appointment in the city for the orthodontist at 1.05pm and if I hadnt been late would have been in very dangerous streets enroute. My youngest son was away out of the city on camp so was not traumatised by this event. Much to be grateful for.