Then the earth moved
I have an embarrassing confession to make. I am incapable of sleeping in a bedroom if the wardrobe doors are open. I don’t know if it’s a leftover childhood fear of boogeymen hiding in the wardrobe or just a mild case of OCD. Whatever it is, I insist on closing all the wardrobe doors before I get into bed. It amuses and irritates Charlie in equal parts!
So you can imagine how shocked I was as I sat in bed feeding Little Woman shortly after 4am today when those very same wardrobe doors that I had carefully closed a few hours earlier started to vibrate! I actually rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing it right. And then as suddenly as the shaking started it stopped. I was left wondering if I had nodded off for a moment and dreamed the whole thing.
By the time the sun rose, I had forgotten all about it, until I read about the earthquake in Wales. Apparently it happened at around 4.15am. I guess an earthquake does make a lot more sense than boogeymen in the wardrobe!