At one o'clock yesterday morning we had an earthquake!
A loud rumbling woke me up and as I did I felt the bed shaking. I nudged John, who was asleep, and he just grunted and turned over. I went back to sleep, wondering if I'd imagined it. When we got up John said he hadn't heard or felt anything so I really did start to believe I'd dreamed everything. As I was driving John to work at dinnertime we were listening to the radio and they were talking about the earthquake. Mystery solved! I wasn't dreaming, the bed had been shaking.
The epicentre was in Market Rasen which is about 20 miles away from us and it registered 5.2 on the Reichter Scale. No wonder the bed moved!
It was the talk of the day for everybody as we don't usually experience earthquakes here in Scunthorpe.
Thursday 28 February 2008
Wednesday 20 February 2008
Catch Up!
Just catching up with some news as it's been some time since I wrote on my blog.
John and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary on the 13th. I know some may say 'unlucky for some' but it really was the best day of my life. I've had the happiest years with John. He is my true soulmate and we still have a loving and meaningful relationship. He does drive me crazy sometimes because he's a man and does those man things that irritate us all but I wouldn't have missed one day with him.
We had a burglary last week. Some little scroats pulled our shed door off it's hinges and took John's motorbike. The shed is padlocked so they just ripped the hinges off. This is John's only form of transport, he doesn't drive, so now he's having to rely on lifts to get to work, or use his bicycle which isn't great on a frosty morning! The police, of course, were their ever helpful selves! They seemed more concerned about how the rats had got into our garden (they climbed over the six foot fence) and why we didn't hear them (early hours of the morning, sleeping, in the front of the house!) than the fact that we had been robbed by those scabby little pustules on society. We were given a crime number and told to go away, basically. I know there isn't much the police can do but a little bit of concern and sympathy would have gone down a whole better than the questioning our ability to keep our possessions safe and failing miserably, make us feel worse why don't you, attitude.
John and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary on the 13th. I know some may say 'unlucky for some' but it really was the best day of my life. I've had the happiest years with John. He is my true soulmate and we still have a loving and meaningful relationship. He does drive me crazy sometimes because he's a man and does those man things that irritate us all but I wouldn't have missed one day with him.
We had a burglary last week. Some little scroats pulled our shed door off it's hinges and took John's motorbike. The shed is padlocked so they just ripped the hinges off. This is John's only form of transport, he doesn't drive, so now he's having to rely on lifts to get to work, or use his bicycle which isn't great on a frosty morning! The police, of course, were their ever helpful selves! They seemed more concerned about how the rats had got into our garden (they climbed over the six foot fence) and why we didn't hear them (early hours of the morning, sleeping, in the front of the house!) than the fact that we had been robbed by those scabby little pustules on society. We were given a crime number and told to go away, basically. I know there isn't much the police can do but a little bit of concern and sympathy would have gone down a whole better than the questioning our ability to keep our possessions safe and failing miserably, make us feel worse why don't you, attitude.
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