Hubby and I were sitting here quite comfortable this morning when I felt vibration under my feet.
‘Did you feel that?’ I asked.
‘Yes I did. I think it might have been an earth tremor,’ and he went back to his blog.
In February 2008, we were awakened in the early hours by a rumble which Hubby calmly announced was an earthquake and after checking the house, he went back to sleep! It wasn’t my first encounter as we’d felt aftershocks from Weymouth when I worked in Poole, but this was a bit closer to home (link)
When a second and third vibration followed, Hubby was up and outside asking me to let him know if I felt anything else. There is some construction work going on at the academy in the next road, but nothing was happening there at the time, there was no heavy traffic or boom box music, and surprisingly there was no-one about at all.
It was strangely still, then everything started to feel normal again.
We’ve felt and heard nothing since, apart from the typhoons and tornado aircraft doing their practice runs parallel to the beach, so got on with our day to day business.
You may remember this post from a while back. The lady at the bottom of the garden hasn’t tried her hand, or should I say mobility scooter, at demolition recently and in the latest winds, we’ve been aware that the back fence is just a little too flexible for our liking.
Hubby bought an eight foot post today, and with my help at being his gopher, this afternoon’s job has been cementing it in and securing it to the existing woodwork.
As a matter of courtesy I went round to let our neighbour know what we were doing.
I obviously caught her at a bad time (or would like to think so) as she was, for want of a better expression, a mess. Dirty, untidy, and when she opened the door the cigarette smoke was so glad to escape, it knocked me back a step. She was OK though.
Anyway, the job is done, and it’s solid, so even if she does whack it again, the fence isn’t likely to come crashing down.
A couple of weeks ago, Hubby noticed a mound of poo on our drive and wasn’t impressed that someone had let their dog foul on our property. However, when clearing it up, it was more likely to be that of a fox as it was green, and I have seen one trotting along on the opposite side of the road a couple of times.
Today as I was getting the water hose sorted for Hubby’s concreting, I noticed a pile of poo on the pathway alongside the front of our house. I knew it wasn’t Maggie, and when I cleared it up it was greenish, so guess the fox has been back. I hosed down the path so everything is clean and tidy out there, and Hubby will have to do his trick as he did when we had the chickens, and urinate around our perimeter. Obviously not being in the country now he can hardly do it in the early evening, so I’ve suggested he does the business in a bucket and then ‘water the paths’ from that. Female human pee apparently isn’t strong enough.
It’s been an interesting day!