Terrible day, but still proud to be a Londoner
Yesterday I said I was proud to be a Londoner, well today I'm even prouder.
I was woken at 4am by a phone call, and spent the next few hours calling and texting friends at home to make sure everyone was safe, which is incredible bearing in mind the amount of fatalities and injured and when I think of the amount of people I know that work in the city.
I worked from home today and the spent most of the time glued to
CNN.
Casino Avenue was also a valuable source of information early on when the phonelines were blocked by the emergency services and my link to friends and family was temporary halted.
I was talking to a mate in New York, who is a Londoner and I told him that it is days like today, and yesterday that I feel home-sick. For two completely different reasons.
Yesterday I wanted to be at home to join in the elation and celebration but today I wanted to be there to hug loved ones and share in the pain and the upset that Londoners, Brits everywhere feel.
Two days, two entirely different emotions, one attitude - pride.