The nightmare scenario.
Seriously, my all time nightmare. An attack on my home. My city where my oldest friends and my fantastic family work during rush hour. An attack on my beautiful city the day after we got the Olympics.
I've just spent a horrific hour trying to call my Dad, my Mum, my sweet brother on his GODDAMN BIRTHDAY, and my sweet girls who travel on the Circle line everyday and I am so relieved to say that I've managed to get onto them all.
Now I'm angry, I'm devastated, and I'm sad. You know, I don't even know why I'm writing now except I can't have my happy Yay London 2012 post at the top of the screen.
It's good to hear you were able to contact everyone.
Besides that, I'm at a loss as to what to say to anyone who are in London, or knows people who are.
Posted by: Pat Allan | July 07, 2005 at 10:55 PM
Oh - thank you for the comment on Lovesong - probably my favourite poem too, although sometimes I forget about it in the middle of all those other poems.
I was in London today, unusually. It was scary and chaotic, and I'm glad to be home.
Posted by: Karen | July 08, 2005 at 05:55 AM