I was going to write you a long, detailed post including the information that last night I saw Greg off to meet with his future wife and his mortgage broker, which I found quite funny, really; but it seems that while I was sleeping, London started exploding.
This post is to say that while those explosions were quite near me, here at Greg's place in London -- only blocks away, and I have walked through Tavistock Square where the bus exploded every single day since I've been here -- I am ok. Fortunately, my jetlagged state that involves going to bed at 4am prevented me from getting up and getting on the tube in a timely fashion, and I only found out about it all when Greg telephoned me here, worried.
At this point, the whole of the Underground and bus system is closed, and the army is in the streets. I am holed up at Greg's, and I believe, perfectly safe; though it is believed, at this point, that it has been a coordinated terrorist attact, intended to disrupt the meeting of the G8 in Scotland.
I will update again later.