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London calling
My ride to work on the Tube yesterday was different. Commuters on
London's Underground don't normally make eye contact, let alone speak
to one another, but yesterday morning they were smiling and chatting as
the front pages of their papers celebrated how London had scooped the
Olympic prize.
But by the time I'd got to my desk, the tunnels beneath London had become the scene of a terrible tragedy.
Worry, fear and suspicion are now part and parcel of daily life in a major city like London. Most days Londoners conclude it's a price worth paying. But what must the families and friends of the 50 people killed yesterday be thinking today?
When I got back to Newcastle last night, Martha asked me why God had looked after me. I had to say I didn't know.