It starts again...

On the afternoon on Valentine's Day our rocking and rolling started again. George and I were just coming home after going to Honeys for coffee and a toastie for George. We stopped the car in the drive to chat to a neighbour and it hit! A 5.7 earthquake. It was quite violent and certainly gave us a hell of a shock.

On going inside George went straight into the bedroom. I asked if he needed a sleep but no...

He was lying straight on the bed like a little soldier and he thought that was good for earthquakes.

Throughout the afternoon there were more tremors but all smaller and many we did not feel, over 50 all up. Very unsettling and only a few days before the anniversary of the devastating one in February which occurred 5 years ago.

Very funny that night on the news a young boy was asked to describe the experiences of a group who were over at a bay near a cliff that was crumbling. As part of the description he said 'and Lucy nearly pooed her pants'. I don't think Lucy was too impressed as he was on the news again the next night apologising to Lucy.

This week George has been very unsettled and moaning about not feeling well. I suspect it is partly the earthquakes and partly the heat we are having at the moment

Don't forget to laugh

I was very amused at George's description of some food.

I had made him some breakfast and he left three pieces of toast on the plate.

I asked him if he had finished and he poked at the pieces and said,

"these are deceased!"

Love it.