Throwing out some old clothes I found this in the pocket of a jacket. My travel card from the day before the 7/7 terrorist attacks on the London underground network. I travelled from Bishops Stortford, where my then girlfriend lived (she was an airhostess flying out of Stanstead), across town to my father’s house near Heathrow airport. I think I stopped off in town for some things then travelled back later that day, staying in Bishops Strotford that night. The next day I was stuck there because of the bombings and could only travel when the lines opened up again a couple of days later. I remember they were eerily empty of people.