Earthquake

It was the main topic of conversation at work this morning, the earthquake that rocked most of England.
I personally woke up and believed I had some kind of violent dream which had resulted in me shaking the bed which in turn had set the dog off barking downstairs ( he never barks during the night normally). My wife said what was that to which I replied “no idea”.
My second thought was that we were been broken into so I ran down stairs (what a hero, I don’t know what I would have done if there was anyone there though) and checked on the dog who just looked up at me as if to say “what the hell do you want”.
So I basically went back to bed, Earthquake never even crossed my mind until I switched the BBC on when I woke up and it was plastered all over the news.
It had happened around 1.00am and I remember distinctly looking at the clock on the oven and it had said 1.00am exactly.
A little bit of excitement for millions of people in the UK, next ones due in about 20 years.