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ailbheMy feet knew it was an earthquake but my mind tried to talk me out of it. It was the most peculiar feeling. Only the front of our house shook - buzzed - and the shaking stopped halfway along the length of my bed. My feet fizzled with the vibration and my hips didn't. Afterwards I heard the bookshelves and wall resettling with a plinking sound.
When I came back from asking Rob if he thought it was a quake, it was 12:59 by the radio alarm clock. Rob was in the spare room at the back of the house and hadn't noticed a thing.
The strangest thing was that the only noise was the noise of the house; there was no noise of, say, a large lorry trundling down the road.
When I came back from asking Rob if he thought it was a quake, it was 12:59 by the radio alarm clock. Rob was in the spare room at the back of the house and hadn't noticed a thing.
The strangest thing was that the only noise was the noise of the house; there was no noise of, say, a large lorry trundling down the road.
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Date: 2008-02-27 07:48 am (UTC)I was quite happy with the quake idea; there aren't serious quakes here so a quake isn't scary. I did spend a little time, after I was fairly sure it was a quake, working out how to get both kids under the dining table if it happened again, but it didn't, so they slept through it.