Little did we know

That after a genuinely lovely day and a fantastic gig, we would leave the stadium to find ourselves stranded in London because of yet another terrorist act.

Not knowing how to get back to Croydon, not having any charge in our phones after 3 hours of walking around trying to figure out what to do, finding ourselves witnessing unspeakable vileness from a drunk woman directed at a Muslim mother and her family, hearing an explosion (which we later found out was a controlled explosion), hearing the constant sounds of sirens and helicopters for hours - by the time we got back, around 4am, our nerves were jangling.

Whether relief, or something else, I found myself not being able to stop crying once I got into bed.

I do not understand the mentality of people who commit such acts, in the name of faith or anything else. It feels like society is going backwards.