I was on the tube going past Aldgate that morning with Shirley. I noticed some teenagers with smart looking conference bags, with something about peace and conflict resolution written on them. After I finished reading the Metro I past it to the young Muslim woman sitting opposite, and got off the train. Later I heard about the bombing and thought of this moment.

A few days that July I stood outside the General Medical Council in two minutes silence. Today  then I also think of the 250 patients killed by Dr Harold Shipman.