We're still here. We went into the garden today, and Katie played in the sandpit. Philipp climbed a tree. Susanne rested upstairs and read a book. I sat in the garden at the big table and looked through some old magazines, deciding what to throw away.
Nothing happened. We went to the shops. We came home. We had dinner.
An ordinary day.
Sometimes, ordinary is the best.
The TfL website says that 'Following an incident on a route 30 bus at Tavistock Place' there are no bus services into central London.
That's what Transport for London always says. It's always an 'incident', with no further details given. It doesn't matter whether it's a fight, a suicide, or simply the driver forgetting his sandwiches, it's an 'incident'.
It's an explosion, dammit. It can't be that difficult to use the 'e' word, can it?
I'm sitting her in my office in Elephant and I can hear police sirens. My wife called to say she was on a bus in Waterloo and they had turned back. Later I spoke to her and she was in a bus at Camberwell which was sitting there, not moving.
Sirens again. It sounds as if the streets are empty.
There are reports of explosions in tube stations and on buses in London. It's difficult to get news but it does appear as if a major terrorist incident has taken place, and may still be taking place.
Luckily, we are in south London and it appears as if everything is happening in the City, north of here. But it's still scary.
So Katie decided to take the lid of the bottle of water and pour it on the floor.
I ran out of kitchen towels to soak up the water. Then I was about to use toilet roll when I had an idea. I asked my wife, "do we have any old towels we could use?"
She said, "why don't you try the mop?"
Cool. You can use a mop for mopping up things. Who knew?