We’ll deal with you later

I had an entry in my head, all planned out on the way to work this morning. But somehow, writing about how upset I am that I’m not pregnant after I’d pretty much stupidly convinced myself that I might be, it all seems so utterly stupid and not worthy of time today.

My heart goes out to those who have friends and family in London, I hope they are all safe. I watched the news unfold feeling sick to my stomach, worrying about Helen (who is safe) and other friends in the area. It seems everyone I know is OK. My heart also goes out to the familes of those killed and injured. I haven’t seen the images yet, mostly just words on a screen and I know that I will be glued to the news when I get home in an hour or so. My stomach is unsettled and I find myself catapulted back to a time, quite a while ago so I only get fuzzy images, but not that far gone that I don’t remember, of IRA threats and attacks through the 80s. Different name, different cause, but it seems we’re back there.

There are comments I could make, monologues on our leaders, on world leaders but now is not the time.

Until there is a next time…

xx