Canberra is burning. The sky is black, orange in places, choked with smoke. I live in the CBD but my friends are further out amongst it. It's scary. Getting really worried. 200 homes feared gone. SUNDAY MORNING: 380 homes gone. Last I heard the kids were safe, I will probably pester them again soon. Worry worry. SUNDAY NIGHT: Still burning. It's hard to comprehend the extent of the devastation. But the Canberra bloggers you know and love and want to shag are doing okay. I took The Americans to Parliament House today, it looked so eerie shrouded in smoke. My bloody bra set off the metal detectors again. The security dude had to do the whole wand-waving woo woo thing. Why doesn't it go off for anyone else? I'm not the only one who's underwired. Clearly these twin towers are a threat to national security. This line in the CNN story cracked me up: Smoke blanketed the capital, home to 300,000 people, including hundreds of diplomats. MONDAY MORNING: Here at work, people have some pretty grim stories. They're talking about watching fireballs race up their street, how it moved so quickly they didn't have time to get in the car and get the hell out of there. Crikey! Many people are too scared to come in. Can you blame them? They've forecasted high temperatures and unpredictable winds. Meanwhile, talk has already started that the ACT Government were inadequately prepared for the event. WEDNESDAY: 11 freckled ducks, 99 red and grey kangaroos, 20 koalas — more fire victims.