As you may know, Christchurch, where I live, was hit by a massive earthquake in the early hours of yesterday morning. Apart from being the single most terrifying experience of my life, we escaped with minimal damage. Our chimneys collapsed and there are cracks in a few of the walls but it is nothing compared to the devastation experienced by many. Self-stitched-September has, for the moment, gone out the window. At 5am this morning, in the cold and without power, I put on as many clothes as I could find. I'm happy that family, friends and my fellow Christchurch bloggers are all okay. Thankfully, at this point, there has only been one death in the city and mostly minor injuries.
As I write this we are still experiencing aftershocks and it will probably be a while before the city is functional again. I'm incredibly sad for those that have lost everything but so touched by the kindness of my neighbours, who came over at 4.30am, in the dark, to check if I was okay and who removed the chimney bricks that were in danger of falling off the roof.
I hope everyone in Christchurch is staying safe and warm.