My children have gone to school thinking that they have even more reason to believe that I am mentally disturbed. Why? Well at a little after 1am, I jumped out of bed like a thing posessed and started screaming.
“my babies, where are my babies”
Now, it has to be said that I did this on a milder scale a few weeks ago and it was without explanation at that time, but THIS time, there is a reason!
I have just discovered that we had an earthquake right underneath where I live and that it was so close to the surface of the earth that it woke many in the city in the wee small hours and started a panic! Now this particular report claims the epicentre was beneath Stoke-on-Trent, but later reports have stated that the epicentre was in Lincoln and that rather than our comparitively paltry 2.6, they had 5.2 on the richter scale.
So when my children come home I can tell them that what likely happened is that I was sleeping and was woken quite suddenly by the house shaking and thought something dreadful was happening and that we were all about to die and that’s why I looked like a fruit loop when I ran crazed into my kids bedroom nursing a semi-cardiac and screaming at the top of my voice,
“Where are my BABIES!!!!”
I’m sure my kid’s will be greatly relieved to know that the onset of muddle age dementure is not progressing quite so rapidly as they had concluded at the breakfast table this morning.