Yesterday was the day we had an earthquake.
Mom and I sat watching an old John Wayne film on TV. Suddenly, just before 1:00am, the house shook fairly violently, and it sounded/felt like something very heavy (maybe a car) had fell on the roof. It lasted about 30 seconds, by the end of which we were both on our feet and both in extreme panic. Then it faded off. Since mom has angina, the strain on her heart was a bit of a worry, but she was okay after a while. It wasn’t strong enough here to shake any pictures from the wall or break any ornaments, but it was very hairy.
We looked outside and several neighbours were up and about, asking each other what the hell had happened. No one was exactly sure, but it was mostly agreed it must have been an earthquake. We went back indoors, and I thought to put on the radio (the TV was showing nothing about it at all at this point). Sure enough, TalkSport was covering it… loads of callers ringing in with their experiences, some still sounding very shaken. We went to bed, finally, with slight trepidation, sometime after 4.00am.
I know we get quite a lot of small quakes in this country, but I’d never experienced it firsthand before. My Official First Earthquake Experience™!