The BBC created a little video of people telling us they were not angry, they would not be beaten. Students, affluent metropolitans, telling us they were not afraid. Reminders were sent to the inboxes of school teachers, telling them to amplify this message.

Be strong and carry on etc etc etc. But don’t approach the gate again or I’ll shoot ya.

We are stronger. We will not tolerate hate. Tell that to the family of little Saffie Rose, whose mother is still in a coma. Who does not know even her baby is dead. At this difficult time, Britain is faced with some hard questions the people charged with protecting us are going to gave to answer sooner or later.

The Manchester suicide bomber Salman Abedi was known to the authorities. He is believed to have travelled to the Middle East and become radicalised before returning to the UK to cause carnage at a gig in the city where he was born just days later. As his father and brother were arrested in Libya, security force sources there said the father had links to Al Qaeda and another source claimed the brother 'was aware of all the details' of attack plans.

Yet he was allowed to walk back to the UK unchallenged.What planet are we on when in the face of all these red flags, our leaders allow such deeply suspicious characters back into Britain and then expect us to swallow their lies that we will not give in to terror? We didn't just give in. We put out the WELCOME HOME mat for them too. 'Business as usual,' they said. 'We carry on as normal,' they said.

We are easy pickings. Little birds waiting for the cat, not knowing when it will pounce. Only knowing that the threat level is now Critical. The highest level we have. Which means an attack is imminent -- we just don't know where or when or how. I wonder, given we can't be afforded personal protection, and are not privileged to government intelligence on the attack, does the threat level make you feel more safe or less, more protected or exposed?

One thing is certain: Britain is not engaging in business as usual. It is in lockdown. We don't carry on as normal. Our country has been changed forever. Some of our children are still fighting for their lives in hospital. Others wait to be buried. One mother doesn't even know her child has been killed. (I hope for her sake she never wakes.) And we do not stand united. We are divided between the messages we are told and the reality we face: the troops protecting politicians whilst us plebs, like ants, wonder where the next footstep will fall.

Read it all here......................