Merchandise is everywhere and the house is a bit of a mess (it smells really good, considering), but boy am I glad to be home.
This is the master bedroom. We have a storeroom downstairs, and the products that were salvaged from the flood were moved here for the meantime.
First floor. At its highest, the flood reached the fifth step. Notice the ruined table and the ruined door.
Our cat and two dogs were alive but our pet chicken unfortunately drowned. :(
If I were my parents, I’d had saved the chicken first, had some eggs along with the cans of sardines. Or fried chicken, when it came to that.
I’m kidding! I’ll miss that chicken.
Eliza Victoria 