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This morning at about 0820hrs my room started to shake and the power went out, and a few seconds later all the car alarms in the neighbourhood started going off. It was quite clearly an earthquake. Now I imagine this baby was distinctly unimpressive to some lithers especially those on the American west coast, but I live in fracking Kent. I pretty much guessed it was an earthquake straight away, but for a few minutes after I was pretty unsettled, and all manner of other things it could have been, some vaguely plausible, such as a large explosion, others less so, like an alien invasion ran through my mind.
Didn’t help that no one else seemed to be about in my street – some of the neighbours seemed to be in but hiding, and refusing to answer the door, presumably due to an assumption it was ‘teh terrorists’, and when we finally did find someone they claimed they didn’t feel or hear anything – presumably they slept through it. When we contacted the emergency services they knew about it, but didn’t know what it was yet, they thought a plane might have come down nearby. After twenty minutes or so we finally found out what it was – my mom works in a hospital and so has emergency power, and heard the news reporting it as an earthquake.
I left the house soon after and things were still a little odd – all the car alarms were still going off, and the power was still out, but what was weirder was that I found most people I passed seemed that little bit more friendly and inclined to say ‘hi’ to a passing stranger. It was really quite a strange start to a day.
The news tells me that although some people might have lost their homes, which is pretty fucking awful, no-one was killed, and only one person badly injured, so it’s not as bad as it might have been.
Many apologies if this is coming out a little bit garbled, but it was quite an odd and unexpected event, and I’m really not quite sure what more to say or how to say it |
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