About half an hour ago I’m tapping away at my computer, minding my own business when it dawns on me that I’m rocking in my chair, yet my feet aren’t touching anything to propel me. And the tea in my mug is rippling, Jurassic Park-style. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me until I saw Louise seconds later (who’d gone to bed an hour earlier) who’d been woken from her sleep. Early reports from BBC say the earthquake (or earth tremor… when does a ‘tremor’ become a ‘quake’?) was in the Midlands, but it was strong here too.
An Earthquake… In London?
February 27th, 2008
lol, at least it was an earthquake and not a T-Rex… though that’d be kinda cool…
Too bad I haven’t felt one in my life..
I couldn’t believe what had actually happend at first when this event took place. I was laying down in bed watching basketball half asleep, when my draws and wardrobe started to shake, followed instantly by the rest of my room. I thought I was imaginign things or at least dremaing. I spent about an hour telling myself, it was an earthquake, must of been an earthquake. My suspicions were confirmed in the morning.