It All Started in LA. Ain’t that the truth. I think that earthquake ticks everything off the LA list of experiences now. Could’ve done without that one though I have to say. I forgot about earthquakes when we accepted Mr H’s new company’s offer to move here. Small point. Oops. I felt my first LA earthquake a month or so ago. It was a violent jolt and my immediate reaction was to put my hands on my head. That’s because it felt like something landed on the roof. Fortunately that’s how long it lasted; it was a quickie. I jumped onto Facebook to confirm it was what I thought it was and patted myself on the bag for having felt my first one. Then there was this morning’s earthquake. That was different. For Mr H & I the alarm had already gone off and we were dozing unable to face the reality of getting up to start a new work week. And then crash. At this stage we weren’t really sure what was going on. It’s fine when it’s one jolt but then there’s another one. Then it shook. And kept shaking. Still in shock we sat up in bed …