Well, there I was dreaming that I was teaching somebody the etymology of the the phrase "dressed up to the nines" (yes, I have very boring dreams) when I was woken by my bed shaking and my windows rattling. "Crikey", says I "this is an earthquake!" The DH and I got up and checked on the girls, and then looked out of the window at the street below. The scene was a bit disappointing and although I wasn't expecting a William Blake style vision of the apocalypse, I thought one or two of my neighbours would've turned on their lights or popped out in their dressing gowns to have a look about. But, just like us they stayed inside with the lights turned out, wondering why none of the neighbours had got up to have a look about. It was a very English earthquake.
Oh, and don't ask me what the etymology of the phrase "dressed up to the nines" is, I only know that kind of stuff in my dreams.
Oh, and don't ask me what the etymology of the phrase "dressed up to the nines" is, I only know that kind of stuff in my dreams.
