I find myself to be quite sickened by these events on a beach in Gaza at the weekend.

I feel quite angry at the injustice and disregard for human life. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters – all Palestinian, all dead, all killed by the Israeli military while enjoying themselves as a family, on their rest day, on the beach.

I think of the times I have rested on the beach with my family, my friends. I think about how this could have been my family, my friends, my loved ones if I had been born in a different place.

I am not sure if I am sickened or angry, probably both, to see Tony Blair today welcoming, shaking the hand and smiling with Ehud Olmert, the Israeli prime minister. I wonder what that picture, so soon after these killings, will say to the rest of the world. I wonder why the meeting cannot have been postponed out of respect. I wonder if any other country who had committed such an act would be welcomed with smiles at Number 10?