Where have all the flowers gone?

I've just been to my favourite lunchtime takeaway in Camden Market. Kim's, it called, run by Kim herself, who always remembers what you have, even if you only go once a fortnight. Stop me if you've heard this before, but it's south Asian and completely delicious. She fills it to the brim and it's only £3.50. A real bargain.

And the good thing today was, the market was totally devoid of people. I mean literally there was no one but idling stallholders wondering, like me, where all the crowds have gone. No tourists, not one.

Why is this? Surely not because a couple of bombs didn't go off? Imagine what it would be like if they did. Would London be deserted? So a good thing? Yes and no.

So now we hear doctor are behind it all. Am I over-reacting to find this deeply disturbing? Doctors, people in a position of trust. If what we read is to be believed, these doctors were asylum seekers who used their respectability to gain a route into the UK who kindly took them in and gave them jobs - and this is how they repay us? Yikes, if doctors are doing it, are policemen too? This of course could be barking up the wrong tree, but already you can sense the general panic.

Will people refuse to be treated by Asian doctors in case they're terrorists and deliberately inject you with something that will cause a slow and painful death? I tell you, if a member of the emergency services is found to be allied, you can bet we'll be hurtling toward Children Of Men world, V For Vendetta land or some other sort of Dystopia. And we don't want that, do we.

People will cry: 'Not all Muslims are terrorists!', to which I reply: 'I know. But, there's always one that's got to ruin it for everyone else.'

Here we go again!

A car bomb found in central London. It was only a matter of time. Everyone's been getting on with life as normal since that last ones. You can't let it affect you or you'd never leave the house. But it is a worry. It could be anywhere at any time.

I remember the July 7 bombings. In fact we were only talking about them yesterday. Everyone know someone or know of someone who was affected. A girl in a sister company was offered a seat on the Tube by a kind man. The bomb went off and he lost his legs. How would you feel if that happened to you? Another girl from work saw the bus blow up in Russell Square. A friend of ours got off the bus and as she walked round the corner it went up.

So today it all comes flooding back. I remember being on the Tube and the train not stopping at Euston. 'I'll get off at the next stop,' I thought. It didn't stop their either. The next one was way out of my way but everyone had to get off there and was evactuated from the station. As I got off I got a call from a colleague who told me a bomb had gone off in central London. Then the line went dead and there was no more communication to be had. I was panicking about Mrs F-C, about my brother and had no way of getting in touch. There were people everywhere, buses weren't stopping at packed stops and I had no clue what was going on.

Then I bumped into a colleague whose dad, by chance, lived around the corner. So off we went to cadge a lift to work. The radio was by now reporting about the four bombs and reports were coming in about the bus. The colleagues dad was very jolly all the while, pointing out where they were building a concert hall around King's Cross, and 'there's a lovely little Ethiopian restuarant down there'. All I could think was that the world was about to end.

Then once at work everyone had to be accounted for. Thankfully no one was hurt from work or my other life. But it was a strange day. It'll come again. Let's hope it's not here quite yet.