I watched with horror the results of the huge tornado that hit Oklahoma. I used to think: why do people live in the way of such regular events? Guess what... I came home from signing all the papers for the purchase of our little flat, turned on the radio just in time to hear a discussion about "The Milnerton Fault Line". This is where we live. Earthquakes have occurred here as follows (since recorded), 1620, 1809 and 1811 with a small one in 2009. The one in 1809 would have measured, say the experts, 6.5 on the Richter scale. (Who knew?) Our one nuclear power station (about six miles away, three from the apartment), is apparently built almost on the fault line. Engineers knew this at the time of construction and it is reputedly safe up to an earthquake measuring 7.00. Not so our little flat, advertised for surfers as "1 minute's walk from the sea". So in the event of an earthquake, we shall be wiped out, if not by a fissure in the earth, then surely by a tsunami. Seismologists say, (with extravagant use of oxymoron), the risk is "rare, but a very real threat for Cape Town". Am I worried? No. What will be, will have to be. I just hope that we are safe for another 30 years: a mere pinprick in time. Unlike me, my husband is a huge worrier. I shall not tell him about this. Me: I just stick my head in the sand.