Got a text 4.30 our time from my sister saying heading over to collect my parents.
Rang mum, ( late 70's ) to see how they where.
The house is 3yrs old but built at the coast New Brighton, reclaimed sand area, internal doors buckeled and twisted, water pipes broken in the wall,wall unit fell over,driveway broken up
Dad took charge grabed the torch and guided mum out the slider to the back yard, yelling come on margerate follow me, where he then promptley disappered into a large hole.
When I spoke to mum she was nearly wetting herself telling me how funny my dad looked.
Good to know everyones ok, but poor sister looks like they will be with her for a while