In March this year, Perth suffered a horrendous hail storm, the costliest natural disaster in Perth's history. We came off relatively well considering we were in the eye of it - damaged car, blinds and awnings, leaking roofs in two rooms, flooding to one room, damage to our pot belly and a plastic tub full of baby toys!
But it could have been so much worse. The room that flooded - our living room - had been completely emptied due to a kitchen reno that was planned for two days hence. So what could have been the nightmare of flooded rugs and couches and toys and TVs, instead was just me with a mop and bucket cleaning the empty tiled floor.
(Don't get me wrong, there was a lot of freaking out and swearing at the time. But it could have been so much worse.)
The roller shutter that my hubby bought and had installed - that I hated because they're so ugly - was damaged in the storm, but it protected the glass windows and prevented damage to our spare room (and all the precious bottles of wine that were stored under the window).
Every cloud has a silver lining.
On the weekend the glaziers installed the wrong windows in my new upstairs bathroom. Obviously they think we are complete exhibitionists and clear glass in our massive bathroom window is the way to go. But less than 24 hours later there was an unseasonal and massive downpour, and those ridiculously see-through windows protected the new bathroom from flooding.
Ever the optimist, trying to see the positive in bad situations is good for the complexion. Right?
So it is with this in mind, that I ponder the good in today's misfortune.
A cracked tile, a misguided tarp, a pile of bad luck and this morning we wake up to a flooded lounge room. Water flowing through the ceiling and wall vents, down the wall and pooling on our mantle piece. The TV, PS3 and Foxtel box I could care less about (sorry Foxtel) but my beloved Grandma's antique clock was sitting in a puddle of dirty water and the wood has already begun to warp. And that makes me incredibly sad. That clock was a special gift from my Grandma before she passed away, a gift that my Grandad gave her. I regard it as one of my most precious possessions.
So I am yet to discover the silver lining in this small cloud.
However, I can say that my 11 month old has already discovered her silver lining in this disaster. The only safe and dry place for the TV was in her bedroom, and when she discovered the enormous screen on her dresser, it was pretty clear that she thought all her Christmas' had come at once.