Twenty Years

11.09.21
I can't believe it's twenty years since 9/11. Twenty years!!
It was my second day at work at Travelbag in Nottingham as a Transatlantic specialist. I'll never forget sitting there hearing that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and assuming it was one of the little tourist sightseeing planes that we sold tickets for. Then the horror unfolding and the increasing feeling of dread as the day went on. I remember not being able to get onto the BBC news site, endlessly hitting refresh and just wanting to get home to watch the news. And then when I did get home not believing it was real, it was like watching a Hollywood disaster film.
We've been watching quite a few of the documentaries this week and it doesn't get any less shocking.
Miss E mentioned tonight that they "did it in history". It doesn't seem more than a few years ago and now I have a teenage daughter learning about it.
The Little Misses declined an offer of going out for breakfast this morning so Mr K and I left them to it and headed to the Larder Cafe on the outskirts of town. Mr K's been before but I never have. It was really lovely!  A cafe and butchers in a working farmyard.
We had the most delicious breakfast - sausages, homemade hashbrowns, mushrooms and eggs - and an hour or so in the sunshine before buying eggs, lamb burgers and beef burgers from the butchers.  Scrummy!
I went over to Mrs C's tonight to babysit (childsit would be more accurate They're 13 and 11!!) Miss J and Miss B. 
I dropped Mr K and the Little Misses off at Prezzo on my way so they could enjoy another meal courtesy of Mr Tescos. And I had an evening eating pizza and garlic bread, grazing through Mrs C's cupboards, watching rubbish Tween TV with Miss B and then the fabulous Emma Raducanu winning the US Open. Amazing!!