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This time I'm just P£??@@: off!

About twenty past one today I began to feel really quite sick. I was at the home of all peace (Turvey Abbey), praying with the interns I have been training all year. I kept going, just getting someone else to scribe.. then miraculuously my phone started buzzing. (Turvey is generally the land that Orange forgot, not today though). First an answerphone message then a text.. the text reads: more tubes evacuated & smoke coming from stations in London.

And so began the afternoon. A few phonecalls to check everyone is safe and then start thinking about getting into London. All possible and fine (just walk through from Farringdon) till suddenly St Albans is shut. Aware that I need to get in so get in car, drive 15 miles to Stevenage (after having to talk to someone in Mum-stinking Bai, who clealry had no clue about whether I could use my season ticket on WAGN but cheerily told me I could get on the northern line... wrong because, a.. it starts twenty miles away and b.. some idiot just blew something up on it!!!!).

I dutifully check in with my folks to tell them the plan, only to find out that St Albans is now open again... gggrrrrr.

Now, I know that not everyone will have been affected in such an ungracious way (my lack of grace not anyone elses!).. some might enjoy the nice Hertfordshire countryside (also the land that Orange forgot), but today's little explosions, if they turn out to just be little, are hugely frustrating and annoying. Much of London is shut till the forensic job is done- many people were panicked... O2 and Orange have made a mint once again..

Tomorrow, as more evidence emerges I could well be apologising and being thankful that London had a fortunate escape (from Sir Ian Blair's comments earlier it seems these could have been more serious).. but today I am annoyed.. annoyed that people think they can just disrupt London, that they have a right to freak people out, that they can just do what they please.. and I;m probably also annoyed with someone posh from St Albans who left a suitcase outside their house!

The end....

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