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My 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.