We can't get hold of Jenny.
I look at my phone, willing the familiar tune. I send another text.
Come on Jenny, call.
The household is quietly functioning, in limbo
while we wait for news.
The Police Commissioner Sir Ian Blair states that there have been about six explosions and suggests this is probably a major terrorist attack. Nothing clear; nothing confirmed.
Where are you Jenny?
I can't bear to leave the television screen, can't bear to watch and can't bear not to. Watching and waiting. I listen and I listen and I listen, nibbling at my ham and mustard sandwich and sipping tea from a white china cup.