I've heard the old adage; "looks like you brought the weather with you", but I don't think I've ever heard; "looks like you brought the earthquake with you".
Most mornings I'm woken up by my incredibly rude neighbors (the count and countess) upstairs, walking around their flat in high heels or vacuuming the shit out of their floor or moving furniture. That's a whole 'nother story I will share one day. This morning I was woken up by an EARTHQUAKE! Yes, you read that right, a frickin earthquake. 5.2 to be exact!
I was shaken out of bed (not literally) and my first thought was,"oh , that was an earthquake", quickly followed by, "um.. that's not possible, I'm in England." Since my mind wasn't willing to accept the possibility that an earthquake could hit England, panic set in. I began thinking of all the potential causes for the shaking I had just felt. Like the foundation of my flat falling apart. The walls caving in and my roof collapsing due to shotty workmanship. My neighbors engaging in some rough nighttime activities. Any of those seemed more viable than an earthquake. Had I chosen to accept that an earthquake had just occurred I would have been much calmer, and being a native Californian, I would have known how to handle it. Stop, drop and roll. Oh wait, that's if you're on fire. Well, I would have gone under a doorway at the very least. So, after a couple of hours staying awake hoping my flat was still in one piece I slumbered off to bed.
I woke up this morning having completely forgotten about the incident until I got into work and read on Perez Hilton, of all places, that an earthquake had hit England.
I guess there's some things you never leave behind :)
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I think that your neighbors are so loud that even the earth beneath Chelsea proper is pissed. My two cents is that the earthquake was London's way of telling the Count and Countess of un-neighborly behavior to shut the &^#$ up!!!!
Glad you survived the shaker, home slice!
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