silent lurking beneath the surface.
9.15 last night a quake hit and rolled on and on. Earthquake number 540 was 4.3 magnitude, that's big enough. My gut clenched as it went on and then on. I've discovered that my bedroom door is the best seismograph, when it rattles it's a real earthquake - cause lately anything that makes me vibrate even a little has me going "mmmmm" and everyone is like it.
At lunch yesterday in the Methven's fabest cafe Deli'cious there was an Aussie couple on holiday who had been in the original quake. The cafe has an open fire and a huge pile of wood that happen to fall over while we were there and the Aussie woman clutched her husband asking us all if that was an earthquake - to which I relied very matter of factly "No, that was the wood falling". She went on to explain to us she was in the "Big One". I'm so over telling my 'story' about it with strangers that I just nodded sympathetically.
But seriously these earthquakes are like Jaws - you know they are there somewhere under the earth cause if you are like me you check the Christchurch quake map regularly cause sometimes you feel the floor move but then question if you really have - was it a sway of the earth or me shifting my weight? It's like having vertigo but on the flat earth.
So I had happily relaxed enough, vigilant but ok but now I'm back where I was on Thursday, ready to cry and I'm not a cryer so you know that is serious.
Plus food shortages are biting. Our supermarket is out of all the important food groups - chocolate, cheese, coffee - maybe Foodstuffs is discriminating against 'C' foods.
Oh there you go - wake up before 6am was due to a 3.9 at 5.38am. Who needs alarm clocks anymore?
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