I wondered what was happening at 12.59 am. I was deeply asleep and then suddenly awake with the bed shaking. I was vaguely aware it might be an earth tremor, but in that sudden awakeness that is so surreal, it could have been anything. George barked and I lifted him into the bed - as much for my comfort as his safety. I lay staring at the ceiling afterwards making each muscle relax, I was wound up like a very taught spring.
I checked the news this morning; an earthquake with the epicentre just north east of Market Rasen. Not far away then. 5.2 on the Richter scale, a significant quake felt across the country. A feeling of relief, I wasn't going loopy, it wasn't some Harry Potter-esque dark force, and it wasn't just me that had been shaken and stirred. Pheww!
George and I caught up on sleep, bathed in the warm rays of the sun.