Eerie Capital

It's the weirdest sight. The streets normally filled with cars empty. The pavements crammed with walkers.
I go to the co-op. The queues for the tills are huge, baskets filled with comfort food. Wine, chocolate, pizzas, the fruit and veg sections full whilst the junk shelves get emptied.

The silence is deafening. I chat to the Muslim woman behind the till. It's like we're both relieved to hear another voice.

The Evening Standard holder has piles of the earlier editions, which would normally be empty by now, headline 'London's triumph'.

I'm on the route for the Royal London's hospital chopper. It's been ferrying doctors out to the bomb sites. Seven in total. 4 with major casualties. So far around 35 fatalities. One more bomb safely detonated, the search for others underway in order that the underground can be re-opened. It seems a miracle the numbers are so low. The that attack so long anticipated, and by the looks of things so carefully planned, has claimed so few lives so far. You would think at least 8 bombs, 1 on a bus, 7 in deep underground tunnels, would have done much worse.

Small relief to those affected regardless. A reprieve for those of us lucky enough to not be.