Rushed up to the attic expecting to see ruddy great hole in the roof. Nope... all ok there. Went downstairs yelling for Jo to get out of the house. Expected to see lorry embedded in side of garden.
Went outside and half the neighbourhood was in the street in their nightwear. So I guessed this was some sort of shared experience, like a bomb. By this time I was wondering if the munitions ship that sunk during the war up the coast had finally gone "BOOM!".
The gulls were going nuts, not something they usually do at 3am.
Seems we had a mild earthquake.