Indeed, unlike every other blogger on this side of the country, I slept through the earthquake. We turned the light off sometime after 12.30 and I was in that first deep sleep – takes more than an earthquake, it seems, to wake me and the only way the earth moves for me is at the Sage’s touch.
Ro was quite disconcerted by the tremor, and he says that the mice in the attic went frantic.
The main event in this household, this week, was Pugsley moving from a cot into a bed – or at least, we expected it to be. Squiffany moved into a bed when she was about 15 months old, as her parents wanted her to have forgotten about it by the time the expected baby arrived, so that she wouldn’t feel supplanted. Pugsley was as relaxed about it as she had been and just went straight to sleep, and he called out, but didn’t get out of the bed, in the morning.
Pugsley’s vocabulary is expanding. I’ve heard him say ‘butterfly,’ ‘dinosaur’ and ‘elephant’, but he’s moved on to four syllables. Today’s word is ‘Incredible’. I believe he was thinking about the film rather than the earthquake.
And by the way… the Daily Mail has been quick to follow on from my post of yesterday – today’s edition devotes the first ten pages to an anti-plastic bag campaign.