I got home to turn on the radio and find there had been a shooting. I texted Tom who is with his dad in London. In the City. No reply. So I texted his dad. Tom replied. I am fine. Its not a terrorist, he texted back sagely. He's fine, his dad replied.
But how many mothers texted their sons that night and didn't get a response. Not because they are at that monosyllabic age but because they're dead, stabbed in some hellish lottery for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.