The Day After

Today has been a funny old day.

Things have been returning to normal in London, sort of. Euston station was fairly quiet but trains were travelling in and out as per the normal timetable.

There is a large media contingent around Euston station. Cherry-pickers, vans and camera crews are busy reporting on the scene though there is nothing to see since the police put up plastic sheeting hiding the scene of the mostly destroyed bus at Woburn Place/Tavistock Square.

For those who don't know, Natalie and I live within 5 or so minutes walk of Russell Square station (that is our tube station) and Tavistock Square is (or was) my route to Euston station in the morning for the new job. I caught a bus in the opposite direction to the bus that exploded yesterday about an hour and a half earlier.

The #30 doesn't normally travel through Tavistock Square, but I guess ing that due to road closures from the earlier bomb blasts it ended up in the square, and thankfully right outside the British Medical Association building where doctors were meeting inside for a conference.

Thankfully, all members of Goodenough College, where we are living have been accounted for. However, one of the staff members is missing. It is concerning.

I have contacted the Australian High Commission to let them know Natalie and I are fine.