Live dangerously, that's what I say. I discovered how dangerously I was living when I entered my room in Wellington, New Zealand and read the notices on the back of the door.
"In case of fire exit the building..."; So far so good.
And next to it "In case of earthquake, don't run out of the building.."; OK, this was more difficult. My first reaction was what do I do if there is both fire and earthquake (as in all the best Hollywood movies). I assumed that what I was to do was to run around in circles, but decided to read further.
"In case of earthquake, duck under the nearest table..". I looked at the table in the room; the 3 foot wide, 2 foot deep desk built into the room looked smugly back at me. I calculated my chances of fitting under the desk and it protecting me; I decided to look for more reasonable protection. The bed had a three inch gap under it, which I decided was not sufficient to squeeze into. The cupboard in the room looked more promising, except the instructions were "do NOT get into cupboards".
It's just as well there wasn't an earthquake whilst I was there.
Mind you, I noted with interest that the New Zealand Government had sited its Parliament building slap bang on top of an earthquake fault line, which must give a new meaning to the headlines "there was a disturbance in the house".
At least I'm safe now. I'm in Auckland. I haven't seen any notices about earthquakes. Nick has, however, pointed out the various recent volcanoes dotted around the place. Various surveys point out that there is a good chance of another volcano emerging in the area in the future.
Life could get fun out here.
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