I missed an earthquake by five minutes last month. Instead of thanking Ronson, the God of Close Shaves I cursed my luck that the most exciting thing to happen in Cerrig y Druidion in the last ten years passed me by even though I was there. I happened to be driving the one mile from my sister’s house to my mother’s and my car tyres insulated me from the shock. It was only a minor tremor but that’s big news in Denbighshire.
Excitement of the wrong sort is an earthquake in your portfolio. Like geological fault lines it’s possible to spot some locations in the City where big trouble may be about to strike. Like fault lines it’s also hard to know exactly when and where the plates will suddenly shift….
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