A few minutes ago, I could have sworn this bed was shaking. Just a little.
First thought was it might be one of those odd body reflexes: twitches, tics, or one of those times when you can feel your pulse acutely, by leaning too hard against the pillow, or staying too still in certain positions.
Second thought was: the neighbours really have gone too far this time.
Just checked the BBC news site, and it appears it really was an earthquake. A very mild, slightly embarrassed kind of earthquake. A don’t-mind-me, terribly English earthquake. Muttering, ‘Scuse me…sorry… sorry! Just getting to my seat somewhere else in the world…’
