Three days of darkness and light: the Nottingham attacks as they happened
I woke with a jolt at 5:30am, unrested and irritable, the sun blazing through the open skylight of my already stifling loft bedroom. After trying and failing for two more agitated hours, I gave up on the idea of getting any more sleep. Sitting up I reached for my phone and – though it is a hated early morning habit – opened Twitter. The first post, from a local reporter, caught my tired eyes: ‘Chaos in the city centre’, accompanied by a series of photos of one of the busiest rush hour jam spots in Nottingham cordoned off by police tapes, deserted. The tweet wasRead More →