The epicentre of the Earthquake was in Lincoln, BUT, loads of Londoners felt monsters under their bed, orgres in their wardrobes and, way over in Muswell Hill, saw their plates rattle on the shelves.
5.2 on the Righter scale and I slept through it.
Bushey, in Hertfordshire heard it.
Ware in the World experienced it.
And Chadwell Heath’s inhabitants held onto their hats.
Frank, who called from SW11, lives over in Battersea Park, not five minutes away from me.
He heard it.
At 12.57 we were both watching the same programme about Barak Obama, and yet my flat was as still as the Thames flowing outside my window.
Apparently the water has some kind of effect on earthquakes.
The platonic plates made for plenty of platonic conversation.
I enjoyed todays chats.
We talked about intelligent women who, after having children, instead of being welcomed back into the world of work, find themselves doing part-time pin money jobs.
And then, in the last quarter of an hour, we had a quick chat about the wallet that was lost in 1962 and found in 2008.
It was the first time I took a caller right up to the last seconds.
It makes me perspire just thinking about it.
Falling off air…..I offend myself, I’d rather eat my words than stumble over them, which I did out of panic – sorry Petrie.
Tomorrow is another day.
I’m off to do my homework now, listening for after shocks.