Horror
I was late leaving home this morning, so looked for a cab. None free, of course. I wondered why lots of people were walking, rang the office, and was told that the tube had gone down. So, walked to the bus stop and waited. At about 9:45 there was an enormous bang. We all looked at one another and said "That was a bomb". The bus came up, we got on, and sat there because the Inspector was unsure about letting it go, as he was getting various messages on his radio. After about 15 minutes or so, a British Transport policeman came running round the corner, shouting "Get off the bus, quick". As you can imagine, we did, quick. I said to him "Where should we go?" His answer was "I don't know, nowhere is safe." So, I came home. As I walked up Woburn Place I could see a bus with its roof blown off, debris and appalling damage. It is literally just around the corner. Two hours on, the emergency services are still dealing with casualties. 20 fatalities have been confirmed so far from the various incidents. I am just about to offer coffee to the poor souls who are having to deal with the carnage. My son is safe, he walked to the office from Kings Cross, thankfully before the reported bomb there went off.
I am very shaky, but thankfully okay.
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