Apparently the UK gets a lot of earthquakes. But they’re not usually very strong, so last nights was the first time I’ve experienced one. And it was a doozy. Okay, so a magnitude of 5.2 isn’t huge, but if it’s your first time, it’s rather frightening.

At 1 o’clock I was rudely awakened from a bad dream by the whole house shaking, in particular my bedroom wardrobe which was vibrating violently. Coming out of a nightmare into that meant that reality and my dream blurred and it caused me to panic. Living close to the M1 and a train line doesn’t help either, so I had no idea of what had happened. Anyway, I soon calmed down but then suffered from shock. Nothing was on the TV for quite some time, but eventually the news of the earthquake trickled through. It was quite some time before I wandered off to bed again, so I’m feeling rather (yawn) tired today.

Tonight, I attempt to become the BMTG Vice-Chairman. My speech has been modified again, but I made a final print last night. It’s actually quite good, even if I do say so myself, and I’ll publish it here afterwards.

Fingers crossed.