A narrow escape: 7/7 remembered

As you all know, it was a year ago when those
dreadful bombings occurred in the centre of London.
52 people killed and hundreds injured. Our
son-in-law was the first person to tell us the news
- he phoned to ask if we'd heard from our daughter L.
in London. We had to wait anxiously for several
hours before we heard from her to say she was OK.

L. was in her final year of fashion design at a
London college, and was on her way into college on
the Underground, when the trains came to a rapid
halt. She was told that there'd been an electrical
failure affecting the entire Underground system.
Not only that but L. realised that there were no
buses running either, and her mobile phone network
was down too. She said that Central London had an
eerie feel to it.
So she walked from the centre all the way back home
to South Wimbledon, which took her ages. When she
got in, she turned on the TV to see what was going
on. It was then that she used her landline to phone
everyone to say she was OK. Had she caught the
Northern Line train a few minutes earlier, she
could have been killed.

A day later, one of my sisters emailed me to say
that a niece of her ex-husband was on one of the
bombed trains, but was not badly injured. She had
to be led to safety through the wreckage, the
injured and the human remains. She was badly
affected by the incident.

I was walking around Nottingham City centre this
afternoon, and passed a closed-down shop from which
there coming a strange beeping sound, a bit like a
security alarm arming itself. My immediate thought
was, "Christ, it's a time bomb!", so I legged it.