
…. And it wasn’t a good feeling. Yesterday evening I was lying in bed recovering from a painful and distressful stomach bug when I felt the bed shaking as if someone was pushing it sidewise. And a loud rumble as if a big jet had just flown over my house. I was sure it was a small earthquake. I run downstairs and told the rest of my family but nobody else had felt it. The TV was on loud, the kids were sitting on the carpet and they thought I was exaggerating, as usual.
But I was sure it was a quake. I felt them many times in the past when I used to live in Italy. Bad ones too, but fortunately not as bad as in certain parts of my country, where there was destruction and death. My broadband connection went as well. So I couldn't check the news, but this morning I've had my confirmation. The tremor, measuring 3.6 on the Richter scale, struck six miles from Ripon, North Yorkshire, not far from here. The strength it is not likely to have caused any damage, but it was quite unpleasant. It is said that you don't get earthquakes in Yorkshire, but there’s always a first time.