Today was my birthday and I was rudely awakened at 5.45am by a quake that measured 5.5. VI on the Mercalli scale it released 2 kilotonnes of energy. There’d been another over 5 at 1.30am which we had mercifully slept through. The shakes kept coming, with no chance of going back to sleep.
As I showered it occured to me that if there was another big one I might be caught with no clothes and unrinsed hair. Then I remembered how lucky I am to have water and electricity to heat it. It’s good to be reminded of how much we have to be grateful for.
Facebook ensures that friends know when it’s your birthday, and I appreciated all the messages I received. After breakfast and presents we ventured out to do some shoppping. On the way we passed this new artwork which has been set up in a vacant site in Colombo Street.
Created by Wayne Youle, it’s a giant shadowboard which shows things that we’ve lost and tools needed for the rebuild.
This afternoon we went to see “The Iron lady”, with Meryl Streep’s wonderful portrayal of Margaret Thatcher. We were dining at the Pegasus Arms when another shake struck – 4.8 this time. In the last 24 hours there’ve been 50 earthquakes, with seven of them measuring more than 4 on the Richter scale. I’m heading for bed and hoping for a sound night’s sleep.
“Fifty quakes, I have to say
is not what I’d choose for birth day.”