Today there was an little earthquake here in old Melbourne Town, one that shook the house and saw my carefully placed idols at the alter fall, the flower vase tip spilling water across the table and onto the floor. Picture frames shook off the wall face planting onto the floor.

I yelled “get out of the house” and dashed outside.

The ground hiccuped its final rumble and there we all stood. The guy next door had been mowing the lawn and we listened as his wife came rushing out shouting earthquake, he replied by telling her to “chill out” and that he “hadn’t felt a thing”.