I could have written an entry nearly thirteen hours ago, but due to various reasons this did not occur. I have been wondering all day if it is totally irreverent, or indeed simply overwhelming repetition to discuss what has happened today but can't help feeling I have to consider it in some light, one way or another.

It was my usual routine this morning. I swung out of bed at about 10ish and poked the power button on the WDM with my big toe. I loaded up Firefox and as usual I scanned the morning headlines (I find Yahoo UK gives good enough a cross between the serious enough issues to the ones that are more sublime). This is when I found out.

It is really strange to consider that less than 24 hours before hand I had felt enormous jubilation at the fact London had just picked up the biggest prize of all. At the time I felt odd that I should be expressing any emotion at all except for some level of excitement, but I was genuinely moved. Then this morning after reading the initial reports on Yahoo, I immediately attempted to load up BBC News, which for the second time in 24 hours was overwhelmed and had overloaded. After a few minutes I eventually got the page up, and it was at this point I gathered my first perspective of the morning's events. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs to view the Live coverage (the online streams were overstretched).

As with all major news stories in the UK, the BBC had cancelled the morning schedules and was broadcasting News 24 on BBC One. I felt physically choked. I watched on my own for a while, then headed back upstairs and really dwelt on what had happened. Although entirely detached, I wasn't surprised. I think everyone new that some kind of terrorist event was inevitable, and with hindsight, it was so perfectly timed.

No one else in my house knew until much later. There were plenty of opportunities for me to mention it as I passed my sister and my parents around the house, but it wasn't until about 11.30am until I actually managed to stomach the resolve to tell my Dad that there had been a number of bombings in central London and that he ought to see the news. He went downstairs to watch.

I was amazed that I felt so much emotion about this event, and when I recapped in my mind, similar events in Madrid two years ago had left very little in the way of an impression on myself. Yet this was the same. This was highlighted even further when this evening I watched the discussion on QuestionTime, and a Rwandan woman tearfully raised the point, why is the loss of a Westerner's life any more worthy of public outpouring than a African one? Mindless terrorism, violence and atrocities are all too common there and in Dafur. Why is it that until now I haven't empathised, and why is it that this event bears so much on us personally, when yet it carries so little bearing when it happens on another continent or in another country?

By lunchtime things were clearer in my mind, and I was taking a more pragmatic approach to what I was seeing. I occupied myself with cutting the new carpet for the downstairs toilet, taking a couple of drives to the tip to drop off some rubbish, getting a hair cut and then lunch itself. By now most of the incorrect reports were being discarded and they knew now how many blasts had occurred, where they had happened and what was being done. I sat down with Dad to watch Blair's emotional first statement, then decided not to watch any more until there was a reasonable update on the information.

So I escaped and made a few phone calls to clients, dealt with my mail and drafted some new logos in The Big Red Ideas Book for a new project that I've been commissioned to produce some branding on called 'MM'. Sister One and Sister Two both had some art work up and on display at their school exhibition, so after I'd completed all my odds and ends, I took the car out for another spin, and me, Sister Two and the Mother went to inspect the work. It was fairly mixed stuff (One & Two's work was amongst the best) but there were some nice sculptural and textile based pieces on display.

Upon arriving home (and Sister Two leaving us to go and fraternise with the boyfriend), The Mother decided it would be a good idea to eat out as we were both looking to avoid cooking. Enter the third trip of day (I've really been clocking up the mileage) to the OK Diner for some American-style eating.

And back to the TV. I don't know why it is, but for some reason the Breaking News ticker on the BBC is to me like a luminous purple light to a fly, and I compulsively have to watch until I realise I've been watching the same regurgitated rubbish several times over. I then take a break, and within the hour I'm back checking for more news. Same thing happened when the Queen Mum died and on 9/11.

And that led to an evening of television. I wasn't actively seeking analysis of the week's extraordinary events, but that's what I got - QuestionTime from Johannesburg then This Week. Quite a few perspectives were banded about. One was that this is a sign that we are "Winning the war on terror", by virtue of the fact nothing on the scale of the New York attacks has occurred since. On the other hand it was also suggested that it would have been possible to have experienced so many giant events this week, from the Live 8 concert, to the VE day celebrations, to the Olympic bid victory to the tragedy today, and the possibility that there may be people who have been in the midst of all these events. This certainly is going to be remembered as The Week That Was.