Well, there were four more bombs in London yesterday. They didn’t detonate correctly. Only one of the bombers was hurt. I have two reactions. The first, is well, this is the life, the world I’ve inherited, I’m not going to sit home scared all day. So I go to work, I watch the news, and I get on with the things I love to do. Then there is my other reaction, much more private, vulnerable, human. I shudder a little when I hear sirens. I worry when I ride the tube. I think about the innocents who have died. I think the bombers, and the world that created them. I reflect. I mourn. I dust myself off, and still, I get back on the bus.