Duh! I always thought one of the great things about this country was that it was flat. You know, all the volcanic activity and shifting of earth underground was over and done with eons ago. 'Ooh no' sez I.
You would never catch me living anywhere there are tornadoes all the time, or earth tremors or wotnots.
I love a sunburnt country, the land of stable plains.
I blame Frankston. Seriously. Never ever ever felt a tremor before in my life. Sometimes The Other would say we just had a tremor and I would say "Bollards" and not believe. Now I'm a convert.
It happens regularly here, sez The Other, going on about some plate, platter or trifle dish.
Most reports vary about how long it lasted. I know exactly - the time it took for The Other to tell Maude to stop scratching, realise it wasn't Maude making the house rattle, and run downstairs to find a safe spot under a doorway.
What would I know about doorways? I was sitting here in my study when it began, and had no idea I was supposed to know what was happening. It's good being slower than a wet week and close to the bluntest knife in the drawer [thanks Windsmoke], cos I didn't have time to get concerned.
Of course, I'm still shaking, but that's probably just because it's so darned cold here right now. [Looking forward very much to the winter solstice].
Only one question remains... whose 'fault' is it? Julia? Tony? Ted? La Gina? The public transport system?
