I had a day off work that day. We were just about to go out shopping when programmes were interrupted for a newsflash.
Spent the day watching the horror unfold, and recalling that exactly a month before we had been stood at the top of one of the towers.
I can remember looking out of the windows at the yellow taxis like dinky cars and the people on the street looking like ants.
Its hard to comprehend that jumping out was the best option for a lot of poor souls.
I also recalled sitting in the little cinema on the top floor where you watch a helicopter ride above NYC, and the seats move as if you are in the helicopter.
At one point the helicopter is heading straight at the tower and then veers away at the last second. I did wonder if that was where someone got the idea from.
When we flew back we flew from Logan airport Boston. A bottle of TCP in one of our bags broke and caused a stink. The airport staff went berserk, the fire department were called and the luggage area sealed off, and ditzy blond Virgin check in girl had to be taken off to the medical room, claiming to be overcome by the fumes.
A month later the hijackers boarded a plane at the same airport, with their Stanley knives and no-one noticed a thing unfortunately.