My biggest concern when my younger daughter moved to London three years ago was terrorism. We had a couple of talks about it and she just accepted it as a risk of living in a large international city. Over time I relaxed.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning to hear about the explosions in the London Underground and on the buses.
My daughter takes the Underground
to work. At least she did last year. I wasn't worried about her
boyfriend. He drives and works outside the main part of the city.
So I started calling her office and her cell phone.
It took twenty minutes because I couldn't get through at first. Lots of trunkline busy signals.
Then I got her office and left a message. Hi, it's Mom, let me know you're okay please.
I called her house and left and
message. I'm not sure what I said. But I know I sounded panicked.
I tried her cell phone [or MOBILE
in British speak] several times. A couple of times it wouldn't
connect. Other times I got a busy signal.
Then I called her sister out west. Might as well alarm EVERYONE. I got her cell phone
voicemail. And sounded the MOM alarm. There are explosions in
the London Underground. And on some buses. Let me know if
you hear anything.
Finally, I got through to my London
daughter. Her cell rang. And I heard, Hi, Mom.I'm
okay. [PHEW] I was going to call, but I didn't think you'd be up.
[DOESN'T MATTER NOW] Don't panic. [NO, NOT ME.]
She was in a meeting on a
conference call and wouldn't have answered normally, but she knew what
the call was about. So I let her get back to work.
Then I called my other daughter
back. She answered and I told her everything was okay.
She's visiting her dad. I heard him
in the background. His firm has a London office. He was probably trying
to connect to London too.
She also told me that her sister
doesn't take the Underground anymore because her company offices have
moved away from the central city. I feel better knowing that.
But how come moms are always the last to know these things?
I think I'll go back to bed. I've had enough excitement for the day.