So I’m sitting at my desk and suddenly there’s this rattling coming from upstairs like someone’s running on the spot and my angle-poise lamp shakes. I think, hmm, that’s odd. And then it stops. And I shrug and carry on with whatever I was doing.
And then a couple of hours later for some reason or other I check on Twitter.
And it occurs to me that despite having more technology in my laptop than a 1980’s newspaper it’s no good being in the middle of a news story if you’re not aware it’s a news story.
I’d make such a crap journalist.
(Unlike Jo who’s been running a breaking news service from her bed by the looks of things.)
Due to the fact that I listened to Toots and the Maytals in the car this morning and not Today like I usually do, I had no knowledge of aforementioned earthquake.
Therefore, at work this morning there was much discussion about earthquake with me looking like someone who has walked in half way through a movie.
Let’s just say, I was tired last night so nothing could wake up.
I was in bed at 1am this morning. I heard a rumble. Then the walls started shaking and the computer monitor wobbling. After a few seconds of running through the options and the evidence I settled on Earthquake. 15 minutes later I checked BBC News to see if there was one reported. Sure enough : Reports of tremor from West Midlands. Surprised it was a 5.2 (Richter scale), though.
If people in Mexico or California read about this, they’ll be another earthquake. From people rolling laughing on the floor seeing that Brits are so bothered about something that caused so little damage