Sunday, October 15, 2006
Safe As Houses
At 6.30am there was another earthquake. Had I been asleep, I may not have even noticed, but after drinking a litre of water just before I went to bed, I had just got up to have a tinkle.
I’d just dived back in to bed when there was a bang and the whole flat began to shake. In fact, wobble is probably more accurate or maybe very rapid swaying.
My flat is basically a tin can slotted into a huge Meccano shelving unit, and consequently all I could hear all around was the bell-like ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting-ting of the metal bolts, fixtures and fittings as they “tinged“ off each other.
By this point I was wide awake and contemplating my next move. The flat had been shimmying for about 30 seconds now, and my thoughts turned to the metal stairwell which zedded its way down to ground level from my third floor suspended walkway. If that falls off, I thought, I’m going to have to do a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon-style wire-jump on to the neighbour’s roof.
But soon it had stopped. And I had gone back to sleep.