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I'm on holiday anyway. (Mind you, bad shit ALWAYS seems to happen when I take time off work, so I can't help but feel this is partially my fault...)
Hmm.
Just spent the evening with a friend of mine, who came over to use the phone so she could call her parents in New Zealand to tell them she was okay. THEN found out they hadn't heard from a bunch of (fairly distant) cousins who MAY have been in London today. So... we went to the pub. She kept freaking out about how these were people she'd known "since they were kids" and stuff, I kept saying "look, nobody can call anybody, and, to be honest, it may not have occurred to them to call home anyway".
So, I leave the pub, and am all like "look, you can call your folks from my place again, just check it out, I'm sure they're okay". She's on the phone to her dad, and it turns out she doesn't actually know what any of their names are, or which auntie she was worrying about for not having been able to get in touch with her kids.
Turns out they were all fine. Whatever their names may have been. Or whether, indeed, she'd actually met any of them. Ever.
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