Okay so I can't really not talk about yesterday. One of those very surreal days that sometimes just happen out of nowhere.
Sitting in our office we more or less just watched the day unfold on TV. Very quiet outside, apart from sirens screaming around. We’re close to Scotland Yard, so a few areas were roped off.
Things like this have happened before – whether by human design or accident. They are horrible. They will probably happen again. Of course those who did this must be sought and brought to justice – but I really hope it doesn’t lead to any acts of senseless, egotistical revenge.
Deep inside, it felt a little bit like being a kid again, when we occasionally got let out of school early because of bomb threats. But people died yesterday, and others suffered panic, fear and injury.
I can’t really think of anything else to say. I don’t want to get pithy or prosaic about this, but walking home (the tube network was shut) it appears that Londoners had responded to times of crisis and attack in the traditional way.
We went to the pub.
Take care loves!