I missed Edgware Road station by around only 10 minutes in the morning. Then we couldn't find where my dad was most of the morning. Its terrifying not knowing where your family are; the imagination runs away with reason. But he turned up, found himself stranded in London, and in the end we two walked the three hours to my house. This was heartening. Thousands walked; people offered lifts; water was handed out; people were nice to each other. It gave the first glimpse, I think, of what we must take out of this: the worst things people do bring the best out of people too. I've come back to my parents in Oxford today; though I went through a fairly eerily empty tube this morning to get here. But there and elsewhere I sensed no great anger. People will not blame Blair, nor ought they. Instead Londoners are resigned, in the best possible way: we are sad, we understand that these things do happen, and we are keen not to let it get in the way of life. Which is the right reaction, to my way of thinking. They got us; but they won't get us down. As Churchill said, we must KBO: “Keep Buggering On”.