Home sweet home

Home at last.

It appears I didn't cause Euston station to be closed at 3.20, which is a relief. I was walking off the Victoria line train, only to notice, hanging off one of the stanchions that used to hold litter bins, a blue carrier bag, which appeared to be full of rubbish. Now, it's 99% likely that's exactly what it was full of, but just in case, I nabbed the two policemen at the top of the escalator by the ticket barrier and drew their attention to it.

Uneventful journey back, apart from that.

Friday five

1. How did you learn about yesterday's bombings in London?

Via Fiona at work, who phoned in just after I got to the office to let us know there was a major security alert at Liverpool Street, and she might be late: thence to http://news.bbc.co.uk/ and http://www.skynews.co.uk/

2. Do you have any personal connections to the area?

My morning commute takes me across the middle of London.

3. Do you use public transportation?

Every day I work in London :)

4. Have you ever let threats of terrorism change the way that you live each day?

Hell no. Not from choice, anyway. If terrorism-inspired law/regulation changes force me to, then yes.

5. If you could say something directly to the person or group responsible for this tragedy, what would you say?

I don't think I have anything to say that wouldn't be profoundly un-Christian. In such cases, silence is no bad weapon.