A Very British Earthquake.

I woke up this morning, all snuggled up with The Blokey, and remembered the odd dream I’d indulged in during the night.  There had been a huge bang, like some large vehicle crashing into the side of the house.  I recollect jerking upright and squinting through the darkness, but The Blokey wasn’t yet in bed and the bedroom door was shut.  I distinctly remember thinking, in my dream, that The Blokey must have simply dropped something on the landing and so I simply lay my head back on my pillow and drifted back to sleep, in my dream. 

Of course, it wasn’t a dream. 

Yay!  I experienced my very first [noticeable] earthquake!

So, there have been a variety of comments made throughout the day.  There are those folk who are really excited [me], those who never even noticed [The Blokey, who had fallen asleep on the settee whilst watching the tellybox], those who couldn’t care less one way or the other, those who like to scare-monger and those who just look for the negative aspects. 

It’s the latter folk who are the spoilsports.  They grumble about what a non-event it is and they bitch about the way we take little things and turn them into big things.  They spout facts at people, talk about how other countries manage to not get their knickers in a twist over unremarkable acts by Mother Nature and generally belittle the ‘inferior’ people. 

The thing is, it is quite a novel event and that’s why it’s not only newsworthy, but also vaguely exciting in a wow, a new experience way.  I’m never likely to experience an earthquake again – not in this country, and not counting the teeny minor ones we have a hundred or so times a year – and what makes it more novel is that it was so little, so undamaging, and yet so bloody noisy [and I’m about a hundred miles from the epicentre].  Of course, the negative folk are those who also bemoan the way the country grinds to a halt when there’s snow … we don’t know how to deal with snow because we never bloody get it.  For goodness sake. 

Sheesh. 

Still, the most exciting news event of the month [and one of the only ones which doesn’t involve serial killers] will be tomorrow’s chip paper. And then we can all forget about it for thirty or so years.

This post was going to be about other stuff, mainly my MiL, but as you may have noticed, it isn’t. 

*sigh*

please God bless the trembling earth xxx Elsabeth

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6 comments

  1. Ooooo! I felt one once, many years ago! I was laying down on the bed and it sound like a large truck going past the house or something. The bed shook – back and forth – and then suddenly stopped! I jumped up and ran downstairs but my husband hadn’t noticed a thing. We wondered if it could have been a small earthquake (because we aren’t in an area that generally experiences them) and that evening on the news, they told us it was! It was exciting – for me! Although everyone else seemed to think I was a bit touched or something before they heard it was real… So – I understand! It is a bit exciting – especially since no one was hurt!

  2. The first and only earthquak I experienced was in Los Angeles and I was just drifting off to sleep when it felt like someone jumped on my bed…….I woke with a start, but then realized it was only an earthquake……..and went back to sleep.

  3. I felt it too, it woke me up!
    I didn’t get to excited and I did think the people who rang into gmtv Got a little to excited about it.
    I’m waiting for folk to start blaming global warming for the earthquake.

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