London.
Well. yesterday.
It was quite a busy day at work. Yesterday was the deadline for all the local schools to get in their applications for funding for their special needs children, and we ended up with twice as mmany as we expected so the whole week's been really hectic. Next thing I know, Mum's ringing my mobile to ask if I could remember which part of London my cousin Stuart lived and worked in. i didn't think anything of it at the time, as she'd caught me at a bad moment, just said I wasn't sure off the top of my head without looking in my address book, which I didn't have with me. Turned out he's right in the area where yesterday's explosions were.
He's okay though. After much frantic phoning of his mobile which nobody could get through to, and phoning every relative, Aunty Wendy eventually got through to his work. he was away from his desk at the time, and whoever she spoke to just said 'Oh, he's about somewhere.' They didn't bother passing the message on that she'd called, and about two hours later Stuart rang home asking why nobody had rung to ask how he was, and complaining that he had to walk 4 miles home. Typical.
I can smile about his reaction now. It didn't even really hit me at the time I first heard about it. It was only after I got home, saw it on the television, thought about it, that it hit me how things could have turned out so differently. far from having to walk the 4 miles home, he could so easily have not made it home at all.
I don't really know what else to say.
It was quite a busy day at work. Yesterday was the deadline for all the local schools to get in their applications for funding for their special needs children, and we ended up with twice as mmany as we expected so the whole week's been really hectic. Next thing I know, Mum's ringing my mobile to ask if I could remember which part of London my cousin Stuart lived and worked in. i didn't think anything of it at the time, as she'd caught me at a bad moment, just said I wasn't sure off the top of my head without looking in my address book, which I didn't have with me. Turned out he's right in the area where yesterday's explosions were.
He's okay though. After much frantic phoning of his mobile which nobody could get through to, and phoning every relative, Aunty Wendy eventually got through to his work. he was away from his desk at the time, and whoever she spoke to just said 'Oh, he's about somewhere.' They didn't bother passing the message on that she'd called, and about two hours later Stuart rang home asking why nobody had rung to ask how he was, and complaining that he had to walk 4 miles home. Typical.
I can smile about his reaction now. It didn't even really hit me at the time I first heard about it. It was only after I got home, saw it on the television, thought about it, that it hit me how things could have turned out so differently. far from having to walk the 4 miles home, he could so easily have not made it home at all.
I don't really know what else to say.