Today is 7/7/15.
On 7/7/05 I was staying in London and intending to come back up north that morning. Lying in bed, I thought, “Should I have an extra five minutes in bed before heading off to King’s Cross?”
I decided not to. Five minutes after I arrived at King’s Cross, I heard the gates into the Tube station slamming shut. “Probably another false security alert,” I thought.
Fifteen minutes later I got a phone call from my mum (who never rings me) to tell me about all the explosions. I thought, “Thank God I did not spend those extra five minutes in bed.” RIP all the victims of 7/7.
Have a thankful day, won’t you!