Ten years ago today...
...I was washing my hair, getting ready to head to bed as I had an early work thing on in the city the next day.
My hubby came in and told me I had to come check out the TV. A plane had apparently flown into the World Trade Center. I huffed and puffed and whinged that I wanted to get to bed. Then stomped out to the lounge, figuring it was all a hoax and I'd give the news five minutes to tell me otherwise.
I love New York city like it's a second home. I'd been there exactly a year before 9/11 on my honeymoon. My husband and I went back three years after and the difference was keenly felt. My Mum, the fab woman, ran the New York Marathon a month after 9/11, for her first and only time, at the age of 53.
My heart goes out to all for whom it feels like it happened yesterday.