I was fortunate not to know anyone who was killed. And also fortunate not to see the worst of it.

I had to stay over night that day of the 7/7 bombs, because I couldn't get out of the area. The worst thing about it was I was going to get on a bus to go to Russel Square but at the last minute decided to get a taxi. I had an appointment there with a friend at an auctioners. I saw the bus in the distance, the one that was blown up, and lots of people and blue lights but I just thought it was a crash of some sort because I was further down the road outside Starbucks. So we got the taxi to King's Cross which was where we were getting on a train. So I had two close misses where it could have been me.

The traffic was so bad we ended up walking to king's Cross and there was all this commotion it was really confusing I didn't know what was going on and people were wandering around looking lost. Then we went to a pub to find out what the hell it was all about and the news were reporting more bombs than there were and saying it was all a diversion and a massive bomb was coming at 2pm. I freaked out at that point, I couldn't figure out where was safe to be - I knew it was better to be away from crowds of people but people were everywhere and trapped as all transport services were shut down and at King's cross nobody was allowed out of the area. I realised I wasn't going anywhere for the night and everyone was looking for BnBs. All the hotels was fully booked but we found one BnB with a bedroom. On the way my friend walked further in front of me and I immediately thought "oh my god he could get blown up" and I ran and stood next to him and said if anything happens to you I'm going with you. The sirens...they just did not stop not even in the night it was really eery. It was a really horrible sort of slow motion feeling. I was sitting outside of a bar that day and a transit van had been sat there a while so the police sent me running up the road while they got the bomb unit out to blow it up, but it was a false alarm. It was like nowhere was safe.

Why should we feel unsafe and that our lives are in danger? It makes me really angry. All those innocent lives, and the friends and family around them - their lives will never ever be the same. I really don't understand it.

Sorry I don't know why I just typed all that out! I just... ugh. ****ing hell.