I never cycle to work when it's raining but this morning I decided to brave the heavy drizzle as I really couldn't be bothered to walk for fifteen minutes to the underground station. The rain wasn't so bad and the new White Stripes album took my mind off my soggy crotch. As I reached the city borders I noticed an increased amount of folk on the pavements and when I got to Embankment and saw that Blackfriars, Temple and Westminster tube stations were closed I knew something was wrong. I took my headphones off and started to notice the constant whine of sirens. Police cars and ambulances were speeding up and down Embankment on their way to the various disaster scenes (though at the time I had no idea where they were heading). When I got to the office at 9.30 the cause of the explosions was still being given as 'power surges' on the underground. Not many folk had made it into work and those of us that were there just spent the morning watching the horror unfold online at the BBC News website. We were forbidden to leave our building until 2pm when permission was given for everyone to attempt to make their way home on non-existent public transport. I stayed till 5pm and then battled my way home across a road-blocked London.
I'm touched by all the e-mails I've received today asking if Darren and I are OK. Thanks for those and yes we are.