I was wondering a few posts back if I somehow create the dramas in my life, but this is the ultimate proof that I don't, (unless I have powers beyond my comprehension).
At 4.39am I awoke to what I thought was rain coming down the supposedly capped chimney above me. Ping, ping, ping. "Oh, give me a break" I thought; not only do I have to manage the leaking shower/damaged ceiling in the guest room, now the chimney guys have to come out.
But wait, this sound is a little too musical for rain. I then realised that the huge metal leafy sculpture thing I have on the mantlepiece was going beserk. "What the?". I sat up to investigate, at which point my bed started doing the scene from the Exorcist, and I was almost being thrown around. Eh? Fifteen seconds later when the shaking had stopped, I could hear something in my son's room not far away. Ran into there but couldn't quite find it, by which time all was calm, although my mother and daughter seemed to be running around on the floor below me.
Yes, you've guessed it. Earthquake!!!
Apparently it happened either in Indiana or Southern Illinois and measured 5.4 on the richter scale. I'm not even sure if Chicago has ever had an earthquake, but if Lincolnshire can have one, so can we.
I now have to attend a school meeting looking like I haven't slept in a week (what's new?) as I never went back to sleep. I can console myself with the fact that many others were probably awakened too, and will be looking equally bedraggled.
Eeh by gum. I'm tempted to say "What next?" but with my luck, there will be something else tomorrow.