The murderous Westminster attack happened the day before I flew back to London for a week.
The threat of terrorist atrocities has been a feature of life in the capital for most of the time I have spent here since moving down from the North East in 1973 so I am hardly going to start fretting about it now.
Everyone should take appropriate precautions but the sad reality is that this is a random phenomenon; never forget the poor man who texted "I'm safe" from Brussels airport only to be killed in the next bomb blast, on the Metro.
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