About a day like today.
I am fine, everyone that I know here is fine. No one at my work was directly affected, other than having transport problems.
So why does it feel a little bit personal?
Well, I guess it's pretty obvious really. I take the tube into work everyday. And while none of the stations I visit were hit, the fact that I could identify with the people in those blasted carriages makes it hard to take today's events.
My mind flittered back and forth between feelings.
Annoyance that a defective train at Balham meant that my tube station at Colliers Wood was closed. Panic as I reached Waterloo and heard that all tube entrances were no-go and that the entire system was being evacuated - not because I was scared, but because I didn't know the walking or bus route from there to Charing Cross, and had never used the overland to get there before (and my 10am meeting would not be an option). Worry as I entered my work building, walking past the desks of people who were talking in tense tones about explosions. And horror as that picture of the bus was shown on Sky.
The rest of the day consisted of keeping in touch with all my friends here, ensuring they were okay, letting my parents and friends in South Africa know that I was safe, keeping up to date on any developments, meetings involving the whole company, getting to an overland station, squishing on sardined trains, Ian picking me up, more TV watching, a little nap and a curry.
What tomorrow will bring, we'll have to see. I'm hoping it'll be fine - that the tube will be up and running in the areas not hit, and that people will feel safe to sit and ignore each other in peace on the underground in the near future.
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