The chickens have come home to roost...
On a selfish note, my sister and my best friend are safe (they were at Liverpool Street when the 2nd bomb went off), but I had to wait 6 hours before I could get through to them, and I felt literally sick with worry the whole day. The anxiety, and watching the news bulletins, was like being transported back in time to Birmingham during the IRA mainland campaign, and waiting for my brother to come home when his favourite drinking haunt was bombed. The thoughtless bugger didn't come home for three days, 'cos he was recuperating from his (minor) injuries at his mate's house, and then he just sauntered in as if disappearing for three days during a bombing campaign was normal behaviour. My mom couldn't make up her mind whether to hug him or throttle him!
Ring home, people!


Don\'t apologize for being concerned about your sis and best-friend. You must have been going out of your mind. I\'m glad they\'re okay.
Your brother - Oh yeah, big hug followed by a nice right-cross to the jaw.
This feels trivial... but are you from Birmingham originally, then? I know bits of it quite well (boyfriend\'s family are Midlanders).
Thanks for the tips about UK blogs, btw. I know about the wondrous Dietgirl already, but (stupidly) don\'t think of her as a UK blogger as she was still in Canberra when I first encountered her. Then she moved here and until she got married this spring, she was living, ooh, about a mile from me. I felt like an inadvertent stalker... which made me a bit shy about offering to meet up, but we are planning to do so soon.
Say hi to Dietgirl when you meet her, and tell her she\'s one of my all-time blog heroes!