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Post by lifeboat1721 on Apr 28, 2009 12:37:37 GMT
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Post by WillowTheWhisp on Apr 28, 2009 14:54:28 GMT
Coachman just phoned me about it. I've been out most of the day and hadn't heard anything about it. I just googled and apparently it was located three miles south-east of Ulverston and five miles underneath the ground. Reports had come in of people feeling the effects in Grange-over-Sands and in Carnforth. (Presumably also in all areas in between - seems to have covered most of the Morcambe Bay area and beyond. Crikey!  |
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Post by accykeef on Apr 28, 2009 16:39:25 GMT
That has solved that then.
I felt that tremor this morning but it sounded like something heavy falling somewhere in the house. I went to investigate but couldn't find anything wrong except for a piece of wood on the top of the oven. I will have to check with Mrs Keef later to see if she put it there. I was wondering if we had a ghost.
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Post by lifeboat1721 on Apr 28, 2009 19:25:58 GMT
That has solved that then. I felt that tremor this morning but it sounded like something heavy falling somewhere in the house. I went to investigate but couldn't find anything wrong except for a piece of wood on the top of the oven. I will have to check with Mrs Keef later to see if she put it there. I was wondering if we had a ghost. Well at least she didn't hit you with it ;D ;D |
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Post by WillowTheWhisp on Apr 29, 2009 11:13:05 GMT
I don't suppose it could have been reverberations of the tremor which made something fall over in our hallway? I was blaming the cats. It's usually the cats. I heard on the radio this morning that a lot of people had plaster fall off the walls so there'll be plenty of work for plasterers and decorators or DIY shops.
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Post by trevnhil on Apr 29, 2009 13:51:33 GMT
This story on here reminded me of an amusing incident just like 'Willow' has.
A few years ago we were at Manchester Airport awaiting to be called to the departure gate. The call came and we all moved down one of the long corridors and gathered around the boarding pass desk.
Then came an announcement..... " would Mr and Mrs ****** please make themselves known to the staff. I went to the desk to see that my wife's case ( that we had checked in) was there with a baggage handler. "Is this your case sir" he asked. I told him that it was my wife's. "Would you get here please " he said in front of everyone. When she came he said........ "We need the case opening as there is a 'vibrating' comming from it.
My wife opened the case................... and....................
Turned the electric toothbrush off.
It was somewhat embarrassing though. A 'Willow' moment.
Regards. Trev..
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Post by WillowTheWhisp on Apr 30, 2009 17:13:22 GMT
;DI can just imagine that happening to me. My most embarrassing airport experience was at Mancheter airport when I was flying out to visit friends who had asked me to bring some Jacobs Club biscuits as they couldn't get them over there and had liked them when visiting here. Why did the customs man have to choose to do a spot check on my bags? The officer opened the bag and sitting there were about a dozen multi packs of Club. He called his colleague over, and they both peered into the bag then he in turn called another customs officer over. All three stood there side by side, picked up a pack of biscuits each and then danced along behind the counter singing "If you like a lot of chocolate on your biscuit join our club!"  |
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I had been telling my hubby about the time I was in Morecombe when the Moby Dick and Hotel was hit by lightening and burnt down. My parents, sister and myself had just come off the Moby Dick when lightening stuck