I just wanted to post something about it, because last July was a heavy time for me. On 6th July, while being told by the doctor that my Dad had terminal cancer and would be bedridden if he survived, I heard the cheers go up as we won the Olympic bid. Then the next day I walked 4 miles home in the rain after the bombings. My Dad died on the 14th.
2 minutes silence in London We stood for 2 minutes, while the red buses stopped and the rain fell. Passing tourists wondered why we were all standing outside, then you saw the realisation on their faces. I'm currently working for The Tube, and many of my colleagues were involved last year. Everyone seems very calm.