I'M not sure what I was going to write about this week but whatever it was, it faded away very quickly when the reports started flooding through describing the horrendous terror attacks happening at Westminster in London.

As it all unfolded details emerged of a car mowing down members of the public who were just walking along Westminster Bridge and the tragic news that a police officer had been stabbed to death in the line of duty at Parliament.

Innocent people who got up that morning not realising that for some, they would never return home again, while others now lie seriously injured in surrounding hospitals.

Westminster itself went into complete lockdown with MPs being detained inside Parliament and tourists and other members of the public were left stranded on the London Eye for hours until it was deemed safe to disembark.

Eye witness accounts started to filter through as the afternoon went on with talk of bodies just scattered across the bridge having been wiped out by the large vehicle that had came speeding towards them only moments earlier.

A picture and name of the brave and courageous murdered police officer, Keith Palmer, a father and a husband who was just doing his job appeared on TV screens and online news outlets with pictures of the many people who tried in vain to save his life surrounding him on the ground.

There were also pictures coming in of the suspected terrorist himself lying unconscious on the floor with an ambulance crew trying to resuscitate him after he was shot by police but he died a short time later. Few would have shed a tear at that news I'm sure.

After an hour or so I had to turn the TV off as I couldn't watch or listen to anymore of the unfolding coverage so I went and sat by my window and just looked out onto my street.

It's a busy street with lots of shops and business on it so there's always at least one person walking down the road getting on with their daily life.

I stopped for a moment to imagine how this cheery wee street with it visitors and residence could all of a sudden turn into a scene of utter devastation and carnage just like the ones I'd watched in Westminster moments earlier on the news. There would be nothing anyone could do to prevent it because that's the thing isn't it?

How can you know or prevent it, we can't control other people's actions and just like what happened in London on Wednesday in a split second one single person's decisions can changed the course of hundreds of people's lives forever.

From the people directly involved, the emergency services, the victims families and the terrorist's family too. This horrific attack will absolutely ensure that none of their lives will ever be the same again.

As the evening went on social media started to flood with messages of love, peace and solidarity from all corners of the globe for London and it's people.

I have no idea why the attack took place although many have speculated on various theories but all I do know is that at a time like this an out pouring of love and support is exactly what is needed.

Don't fight hate with more hate and anger however strong and upset you feel, it doesn't work, trust me.

It will only fuel the fire this one person has tried to start but we must not let it.

We must extinguish it immediately and not allow it to grow.

Our country is so divided at the moment and with the major changes our country will surely face over the next few years with Brexit and a possible Scottish referendum we can at least agree to be united right now in grief and support of one and another during this awful time.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all of those affected by the tragic events of Wednesday and to those poor souls who lost their lives, may you all rest in peace.