6:40 am
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Greg came up to bed and told me I may want to get up and make a pot of tea and sit with the TV on. “There’s been a terrorist attack in London.”
Couldn’t think. “What happened?”
“Apparently there were seven bombs on the tube and double-decker buses.”
Still couldn’t think. “Is it … how … what’s …” Seven.
“It’s chaotic still. They don’t know.”
So I’m up now. But I won’t turn the TV on yet. Prayers come first.
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