Another weird one.
Finished teaching at 1pm. Was planning lessons for the next day when I got a text from my brother. He's staying with me until he gets his house back. He said he was off to Brighton and sorry the flat was a mess. I left work and was walking home when I passed Bar Italia and saw the TV in the window. "Nail Bomb at Warren Street."
(They didn't know it hadn't gone off at that point. Just lots of smoke)
Warren Street is the station my brother would have used to get the tube to Victoria. And he'd texted half an hour before which made it about the right time.
No answer from his mobile for ten minutes but eventually he called back. He'd got to Warren St a few moments after the station had closed and was now on a bus.
Don't want to be dramatic but that wasn't a nice feeling.
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