Today has probably been the single most strange day in a fortnight of weirdness, that counts as the oddest 14 days of my life.
London is blowing up, and even though I live in the burbs, I'm still pretty concerned. Though contrary to terrorist belief, London is not quaking with fear, it is just indignant that you chose to attack us.
I don't really know what to say about it all. My manager rang me to check I was alive, and told me to take the afternoon off work. The school concert has been cancelled, and I tidied up a bit around the computer. The confirmed dead figure rose to 37 as I threw away some old envelopes, and I got a package in the post box just before the last collection.
We won the Olympic bid yesterday as well; what's with that? The whole tube network was shut and someone blew up a bus.
I know the world went mad a long time ago, but this isn't madness anymore. This is just nasty. I'm still a bit miffed by the whole thing.
Bah.
