London.
It's been a really odd day. When I first found out what had happened I honestly didn't know what to feel. It was only when I put the telly on and saw the pictures for myself that I realised the actual scale of it all. Suddenly thoughts of everyone I know who could possibly have been there ran though my head. The phone at my house has been ringing non-stop all day. It has really shaken me up, because although I was fully prepared for the fact that it was going to happen at some point, I never really expected to wake up in the morning and find out that it was today. And there really is nothing that I could have done. It's scary. I didn't want to leave my house today, but I had to because I was on a field trip this afternoon which I couldn't miss. Colchester was crawling with police, street wardens and army officers. Every train that went past the bottom of the field was empty. It was very wierd...even college had an eerie silence to it...noone was really speaking and people were just gathered around the big screens in reception.
I have just been talking to my Dad, who is now home safe and sound, thank goodness. He was saying he pulled into Liverpool Street on the train at just after quarter to nine this morning, and was walking past the entrance to the tube when the first bomb went off (the one between Liverpool Street and Aldgate). He heard the explosion and left pretty quickly, but he could hear all the panic alarms going off. He said he didn't stick around to find out what had happened, thankfully. It was only when he got to work (near Barbican) that he found out what had happened.
It was odd to watch the channel four news right now, because it's the first time that there has been a clear picture of what happened, up until this evening it's all been pretty jumbled. But watching the news, it was really odd. Steff and I travelled on that tube line between Aldgate and Liverpool Street on Tuesday on our way to Queen Mary University. Me and Kayleigh were stood in Kings Cross/passed through it quite a few times on Monday. I was in Liverpool Street both days. There are so many what if's at the moment, what if I had decided to go to London today instead? What if my Dad's train had pulled in a few minutes earlier and he had been on the tube when the bomb had gone off? How many more bombs would there have been if they didn't shut the underground at half past nine?
Thankfully all the family are accounted for now, I have three uncles who all work in the city as well as my Dad, so it's good to know they are all okay. My uncle Paul, always one to make the best of any situation, has spent the day in the pub and is camping in the office with his colleages...they bought sleeping bags and a tent. And he's 38...
The emergency services were amazing, there's no doubt about that. They did an exceptional job today and in my eyes they are all heroes.
My thoughts and prayers are with the people still in critical condition in hospital, and the friends and families of the people who died... currently 38 in total.
Rest in Peace.
I have just been talking to my Dad, who is now home safe and sound, thank goodness. He was saying he pulled into Liverpool Street on the train at just after quarter to nine this morning, and was walking past the entrance to the tube when the first bomb went off (the one between Liverpool Street and Aldgate). He heard the explosion and left pretty quickly, but he could hear all the panic alarms going off. He said he didn't stick around to find out what had happened, thankfully. It was only when he got to work (near Barbican) that he found out what had happened.
It was odd to watch the channel four news right now, because it's the first time that there has been a clear picture of what happened, up until this evening it's all been pretty jumbled. But watching the news, it was really odd. Steff and I travelled on that tube line between Aldgate and Liverpool Street on Tuesday on our way to Queen Mary University. Me and Kayleigh were stood in Kings Cross/passed through it quite a few times on Monday. I was in Liverpool Street both days. There are so many what if's at the moment, what if I had decided to go to London today instead? What if my Dad's train had pulled in a few minutes earlier and he had been on the tube when the bomb had gone off? How many more bombs would there have been if they didn't shut the underground at half past nine?
Thankfully all the family are accounted for now, I have three uncles who all work in the city as well as my Dad, so it's good to know they are all okay. My uncle Paul, always one to make the best of any situation, has spent the day in the pub and is camping in the office with his colleages...they bought sleeping bags and a tent. And he's 38...
The emergency services were amazing, there's no doubt about that. They did an exceptional job today and in my eyes they are all heroes.
My thoughts and prayers are with the people still in critical condition in hospital, and the friends and families of the people who died... currently 38 in total.
Rest in Peace.