Meh

The stove moved so far across the kitchen that it blocked the door. It took my flatmate half an hour to pry open the door and lever the stove out of the way.
The fridge was rammed so hard against the wall that it shattered the power point.
The wall behind has moved even further into the kitchen leaving more space in the bathroom for the washing machine.
The kitchen floor is still slippery with olive oil and curry paste, despite all my mopping.
Sleeping is broken. I haven't cried since before the first quake in September - I now vomit instead.