It's Independence Day in Pakistan today. For days, the people of Pakistan have been preparing joyfully for this day. Across the country, flags are flying, colourful bunting is up and there are fairy lights everywhere.

Masood and I have been looking forward to the festivities in the vibrant city of Lahore since arriving in Pakistan and were planning to take advantage of the huge celebrating crowds to get some quality Osama-hunting in.

Last night there was a suicide bombing in the city as the clock approached midnight on the eve of Independence Day. At least seven are dead.

I am so sad. We're stuck in our hotel right now as the security risk to a camera crew is high, but others out there have been braver than us. Even after the deadly bombing, people went out on the streets and celebrated late into the night.

The sheer will to live reminds me a bit of London after we were attacked in 2005. Though there is a difference between the stiff upper lips of the British commuters who got straight back on the Tube and the flamboyant jubilation of Lahoris doing wheelies on motorbikes wrapped in giant flags, the underlying spirit is the same.

I'm going to try and take some of that spirit on board to wash away this feeling - I am sickened to the soul.

This picture makes me feel a bit better though.