What a difference a day makes

One minute it's all getting tidied up and everyone is feeling positive and then this happened overnight
This morning on my way to work There were more than a dozen fire engines and a plethora of other vehicles, a tangle of tanks and hoses and huge containers of foam. I never realised so many young women were fire fighters. Foot Locker oozing out acrid black smoke onto the pavement; but no flames so all the shops in the arches and the arcade were resiliently trading as normal. The scene remained the same as I cycled back at 5.
Strange juxtaposition between emergency workers, commuters and shoppers milling so close by; neither acknowledging each other as they set about their set tasks.