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  • My day began like any ordinary day.

    We nick-named that particular hotel "Faulty Towers" after the infamous "Fawlty Towers". Everything was so dilapidated and business was never great and we the team could be misfits when we were idle.

    I still love them...

    Having said that, we were in the process of refurbishing and so the Reception desk was set up in a temporary location whilst the actual Reception area was re-done.

    It was just after 09.00 when Adam arrived and said that something freaky had happened at Green Park Station as he was on the escalator. It jolted to a stop and the lights flickered. Rumours quickly spread that there had been a power surge of some sort in the London Underground system. But the lights? The lights have never done that in the tube station in all the years I have been commuting.

    Business carried on as usual until Darren, the Concierge, entered the Reception, "What's going on Anne? What's really going on in London? We're under attack! I just had my mum on the phone and bombs went off on the Underground. Now they've blown up a bus. Where next?"

    It just does not sink in straight away does it. It was a few years back when the nail bomber hit London and I left the theatre, stepping into the cloud of sulphur that hung like an ominous soul. I was afraid then, but somehow now, there was a calm that I still cannot explain.

    Everything was shut down. All tube trains were halted and even the National Rail was stopped as the nation went on high alert. Perhaps this was the calm. London was silent.

    The silence was black.

    Our management suggested that who chose to leave, could leave. Afterall, we were but a small, boutique hotel. But leave and go where? I think my husband was off that day. I can't remember exactly; but I do clearly remember him asking if I wanted him to try to get to me and I responding in the realist voice that I am, that it would be a stupid thing to do. I would feel much better knowing that one of us made it to the kids or is with the kids. And so, he never came to find me. We understand each other like that.

    I heard that the coaches into Kent were running again and although I had never taken the coach home before, set out to find the stop along Victoria Road.

    The walk through Green Park was so silent. Hundreds poured out of their offices but no one hurried, no one spoke, no one looked scared, no one looked at each other. It was like a silent pilgrimage. We all walked in the same direction

    Silently.

    ~For the victims and survivors of the 7/7 London bombings 2005~
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