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I want to say something, but at the same time, I'm not at all sure what to say. The words do not come easily to express how I feel about what happened here on Thursday. I feel lucky that no-one I know was directly affected, lucky that when I left the house to go to work they had already closed the tube, so I got on a bus that got stopped at Sloane Square, and lucky that the worse thing that happened to me that day was having to walk a long way in the wrong shoes. I got home fine, but there are so many who didn't. They slowed the city down for a few hours, killed at least 50 people, injured at least 700. Senseless. Depressing. Frustrating. Incomprehensible. It feels weird and surreal. I never expected it to feel so surreal. Stood outside a Hi-Fi shop window on the Kings Road, watching the raw news footage over and over without sound, the strapline on the screen reading 'London bombings'. It didn't feel real - it just wasn't sinking in, because it was so hard for everyone to get their heads round. And now, a couple of days later, the more it sinks in, the worse it feels.

But.

Less than 24 hours later, the tube was back up, the buses were back on and Londoners were doing what we do best: getting on with it.