It's been a tiring week. Lots of paperwork to swim in and plenty of meeting to attend at work. There has been jubilation at the prospect of the Olympics in London and the sick feeling of the capital being attacked. We've been here before of course. My dad grew up in London when it was being bombed from the air and we all remember the days when innocent people in shops and pubs were targetted by the IRA. My response to the bombings this week is sadness at the loss, an attempt to understand why anyone would do this (nobody does such things just because they 'are evil') and a resolve to go and enjoy the music shops of London as soon as my friend is ready to go.