Yesterday, my heart hurt.
To think of how many times I’d been on that bridge in Westminster, both on my own and with Nick, really, really upset me. I cried a lot last night.
London is still one of the places I consider home and for something so awful to happen in a spot I’d been in countless times… well… it’s difficult to put into words. There’s not much I can say.
I can’t describe the relief I felt after our people had been accounted for. Everyone we know is safe and OK, which is the main thing. But there are those today whose people aren’t safe, aren’t OK. My heart breaks for them.
But London is resilient. Parliament is already back in session and so life trundles on. Londoners don’t stop, and I love them for it.