So there i was lying in my kingsize bed - I was all cozied up in the middle, with my freshly washed flannel sheets (i love jumping into bed after i have just washed the sheets...you just know you are going to have the bestest sleep!) a big fluffy duvee and pillows on mass, knowing that it -18'c and snow covered scenery just on the other side of the wall....and i was thinking...well this life as a bachelor ain't so bad!!
TING TING TING... the dogs woke from their slumber at the foot of the bed, ears pricked up ready to pounce.......what was that noise i thought.........all of a sudden the cupboard innards and washing machine started to rumble, and the window panes seemed to become uncomfortable and then Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk - the dogs started to bark
Then the world went to quiet again
Holy diner i do believe that was my very first earthquake!!!!
I went from content to.......peeping my eyes just over the duvee waiting for an aftershock, wishing that maybe i had payed attention to all the earthquake etiquette which i had always thought of as fear mungering ways to make you build a bomb shelter in the backyard and buy 1 years worth food just in case.
But hey i was safe,if i just hid underneath the blankets i'd be alright.....+ besides anything i had just washed the sheets - i wasn't going no where !!!