London, Monday

I am back from my Silverstone trip – of which more later – and am back in work today. As I was not in town on Thursday, I can’t really talk about what it was like in the aftermath of the bomb blasts. It was strange hearing the news emerge on the radio as I was sitting in my house answering work-related emails. Of course, there were moments when I connected with the people I know to check they were all OK. I have, however, felt odd all weekend answering the text messages (and today the emails) from people asking if I am OK. I am very grateful that people thought to contact me – and so I hope I’ve replied to everybody – and happy to report I am safe.

Central London has an estimated population of 7 million people – with many more commuting to work here – so the real chances of being involved are minimal. I almost feel guilty about not having anything to add to the people who contacted me. I was well away from anything and, if I had been in the office on Thursday, I would also have been well away. I am most definitely with Anna on this topic. I wasn’t there. It is unlikely I would have been there. I feel incredibly lucky not to have been anywhere near, but I wasn’t.

There has been some excellent coverage across all media, but one thing has really intrigued me. If you had been on an underground train and there was an explosion, would you have got out your mobile phone and taken pictures or video? I can say with certainty that I would not have done so because I forget to take mobile pictures at good times, never mind in times of chaos. I’m not critical – I understand the police are appealing for people’s pictures – but I am amazed that people thought to do it.

On this day…