I have to tell you that, Sunday morning, I woke up to what sounded/felt like an earthquake: bigger than an articualted lorry passing, and way, way louder. Bear in mind that I live at approximately junction 1 of the M1, and Buncefield is around junction 6. It's mayne twenty or thirty miles.
Anyway, I woke with a start, and had a series of random thoughts: is this the end of the world? where is my survival kit? we should have done terrorism insurance with the house insurance. Those kind of things. I looked at the clock and it was 6.05. I waited a few moments, figured it wasn't the end of the world and went back to sleep.