How the hell did anyone manage to wander around their house taking video? I couldn't have got off the bed if I tried. If I had I would have ended up in a sea of bottles, pictures fallen off the walls and, for some reason, onions. The kitchen pantry door flew open and sent onions on a bowling exercise. There were onions everywhere. Mirrors crashed to the floor, drawers flung wide open, shelves were broken. Every bottle in the place was thrown on the floor, and there was a triffid-type invasion of bloody onions.
As Wellingtonians we live knowing we are simply, quietly, waiting for the big one. Everyone knows it, but presently we are learning the horror via other lottery losers. The people of Seddon and Canterbury have seriously had way more than their share. Life is not fair. No one said it should be. But the rock and roll, the carnage and tragedy they have been forced to endure just seems very un-Kiwi. We like to share our good and bad luck about and, right now, that's not the case.
Being on the top floor of a building built to swing (as in bend, not hold freaky parties), it felt like we might all either die or, at the very least, be very injured. Instead we were emotionally shattered and left in a sea of onions.
Wellington's big one will come, and I hope we're ready. God only knows it's going to be hell. Auckland is looking particularly attractive. Tough, but it's a damn fair call. I'm still finding onions under my bed - gimmie a break!
