I work at a consultancy, and the office itself was surprisingly busy. Plenty of meetings, plenty to do. We finished planning a document deliverable, and I fired up the laptop. Tippity tappity and the words flowed.
At 11.30 the fire alarm bell rang once, to announce the 2 minutes silence. A normally noisy office was suddenly quiet. And the sounds of the city were stilled.
I'm not the most Royalist of people. But there was a certain something to that massive stillness, millions of people doing something together. I don't imagine that very many people were meditating on the life of the Queen Mother, but there was a shared experience - if only of a couple of minutes stillness in the busiest of cities.