Well, yeah, er, Stuff happened yesterday.
Neil had planned to go in late but ended up deciding to call in sick. Good move, because by the time he left he wouldn't have been able to get to work anyway. Just after he left to go to the locksmith I saw the news. At first I really did believe it was electrical, but when I heard there were several explosions I got suspicious, and I knew it was bunk when I heard about the bus.
As soon as it was 6am in New York (and there was a reasonable chance of my mother being up) I called home. I know my mother's morning routine. She gets up, gets her coffee, and turns on the TV. If she turned it on to "Explosions on London tube" she'd immediately go into a panic. She was a bit out of it at the time, but she rang again later and said she was really glad I'd told her first.
Luckily everyone we know is fine.
A little ironic how two of the affected stations were near big Muslim communities, eh? (Aldgate East and Edgware Road).
I'm glad (in a way) that they did just go for disruption... I mean 37 people are dead and that's horrible, but I was in New York on 9/11 and that was way worse. I don't mean this in a "our tragedy is worse than your tragedy" way, I just mean how it all felt then. At least we're not sorting through rubble for body parts.
So, returning to realm of the totally trivial, we can close our door again so we can both leave the flat, and I found this out of the way post office where Parcelforce had left my package. It's a good thing I didn't try to go there yesterday--they still do early closing on Wednesdays! (And close for lunch.) I have no idea why Parcelforce use it.
Neil had planned to go in late but ended up deciding to call in sick. Good move, because by the time he left he wouldn't have been able to get to work anyway. Just after he left to go to the locksmith I saw the news. At first I really did believe it was electrical, but when I heard there were several explosions I got suspicious, and I knew it was bunk when I heard about the bus.
As soon as it was 6am in New York (and there was a reasonable chance of my mother being up) I called home. I know my mother's morning routine. She gets up, gets her coffee, and turns on the TV. If she turned it on to "Explosions on London tube" she'd immediately go into a panic. She was a bit out of it at the time, but she rang again later and said she was really glad I'd told her first.
Luckily everyone we know is fine.
A little ironic how two of the affected stations were near big Muslim communities, eh? (Aldgate East and Edgware Road).
I'm glad (in a way) that they did just go for disruption... I mean 37 people are dead and that's horrible, but I was in New York on 9/11 and that was way worse. I don't mean this in a "our tragedy is worse than your tragedy" way, I just mean how it all felt then. At least we're not sorting through rubble for body parts.
So, returning to realm of the totally trivial, we can close our door again so we can both leave the flat, and I found this out of the way post office where Parcelforce had left my package. It's a good thing I didn't try to go there yesterday--they still do early closing on Wednesdays! (And close for lunch.) I have no idea why Parcelforce use it.
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