As the day goes on today, we suspect that stories and sights such as this coming out of central Wellington are going to be more frequent.
Meanwhile, Audrey Young's tale from the press gallery is a good read:
I was waiting for Patrick Gower to send us the latest political poll results to see if Labour's "man-ban" debacle had had any impact.
The Press Gallery sits alongside the Beehive and all I can say is, thank God for Stalinist architecture.
It's a long, skinny, two-storeyed building, unattractive, solid concrete, with small impractical windows. No chance of it toppling over. The Treasury could topple on to us but it is built like the proverbial brick s*** house.
The most scary thing about our offices is the prospect of the floors opening up and dropping us into the parliamentary swimming pool below.
Several times yesterday afternoon we had rushed to our respective doorways, Felix from Newstalk ZB, Jane from Radio New Zealand, Andrea from Fairfax and me, wondering if this was a big one (we hunt as a pack, we panic as a pack).
Just after 5pm we wondered no more. We dived to our positions under the door frames. The photos lining the gallery corridor swung back and forth on their strings.
This quake was harder, louder and longer than any of us had ever felt. There was a lot of swearing, a lot of Oh-my-Gods and fast-beating hearts.
The box marked Winston Peters and Owen Glenn came flying off the shelf in the Herald office, along with David McGee's Parliamentary Practice in New Zealand and many other files.
At least the floor didn't open up and throw us into the pool.
Some "victims" of the press gallery might have a different opinion on that final sentence!
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